Supreme Sword Exalt

At the Imperial Capital.

Under the continuous bombardment of Murong Chuan and the six hidden guards, the protective restriction around the palace shook more and more violently.

However, as expected of a restriction set by the Yuqing Sect, it was extremely sturdy. Not to mention Murong Chuan’s increasingly pale face, the six hidden guards had long been vomiting blood from the recoil, suffering grave injuries. Even so, they seemed completely unaware of their condition, still attacking with all their might.

Gu Han brandished his sword before the palace gate. He was trembling all over, yet his sword hand remained steady. “Fatty, again!”

Gu Han channeled his cultivation base into the sword once again, blasting twelve strands of Great Evolution Sword Qi against the restriction. Having achieved the Supreme Stage of the Acupoint Unsealing realm, the number of strands he could condense had increased compared to before.

Beside him, Fatty shone brilliantly with a golden light. He relied solely on his incredibly tough physique to crash into the restriction again and again.

He cursed as he crashed, “Damn it! If I still had my cultivation, this puny restriction could be broken with a flip of my hand.”

***

Hundreds of armored imperial guards stood ready. They watched the restriction nervously, knowing it wouldn’t hold much longer.

In the main hall, Jiang Ping still wore a look of confusion. “W-why is Manager Murong doing this?”

Commander Zhou’s expression was grave. “Your Majesty, rest assured. I won’t let any harm come to you, even if my life is forfeit.”

Ding Quan was ferocious. “Stop being so cowardly! When my master arrives, none of them will live. Murong Chuan won’t live either! They all have to die!”

Another loud explosion sounded.

Crack!

Crack!

The sound was faint, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears.

Jiang Ping’s face turned pale. “It’s over. The restriction is broken. Quickly! Stop them! Whoever tries to enter, kill them all!”

Instantly, over a dozen figures flashed out from hidden spots within the hall. The imperial palace had its own experts, with quite a few powerful eunuchs like Chief Steward Li.

***

Fatty gasped for air. “It’s broken! Damn it, I’m... so tired...”

At that moment, their vision blurred as a figure suddenly appeared before them. Commander Zhou!

Commander Zhou looked at Gu Han and Fatty, his expression icy. “Treasonous rebels! Had I known this, I should have personally ended you that day!”

Gu Han stared at him. “You had a hand in Chief Steward Li’s death. I won’t let you get away.”

Just then, Murong Chuan appeared beside him, bowing slightly. “Honored guest, leave this person to me. I will sever his head within half an hour.”

Gu Han nodded. “Good. I’ll go for Jiang Ping.”

Commander Zhou clenched his fists. “Manager Murong, why are you doing this?! He’s just some kid with no background or connections! Why would you go this far for him?!”

He understood perfectly that he was only at third-stage Soaring Realm, whereas Murong Chuan was at seventh-stage. Even in peak condition he couldn’t rival Murong Chuan, much less now, wounded.

Murong Chuan glanced at him. “The Murong family doesn’t owe you any explanation. If the honored guest wants your life, then you must hand it over.”

He sent a palm strike towards Commander Zhou, forcing him back instantly.

Gu Han paused. “Fatty, you can still back out now.”

Fatty’s face was flushed red. “Bullshit! I might have thick skin, but I wouldn’t do something so low-class! Today, regardless of life or death, let’s do it first!”

Gu Han nodded. “Good! I acknowledge you as a friend.”

Having said that, he raised his sword and strode into the imperial palace. Hundreds of imperial guards advanced forward, surrounding him.

Gu Han said calmly, “Step aside or die.”

A captain stepped forward with a cold expression. “Treacherous rebels! Show no mercy!”

Countless cold, gleaming crossbow bolts shot towards Gu Han in a volley.

Fatty sneered, flashing in front of Gu Han. “What petty tricks!”

Golden light blazed around him, instantly enveloping them both.

The originally sharp bolts, capable of piercing even low-tier ferocious beasts, were helpless against that thin layer of golden light.

“Fatty, move aside a bit,” said Gu Han.

He swung his sword fiercely, releasing twelve strands of Great Evolution Sword Qi all at once.

With each subtle noise, several lives were lost. Moments later, less than a third of the hundreds of imperial guards remained. They were terrified by Gu Han’s killing spree, not daring to approach any further.

The captain was still shouting, “Quick! Go kill him—”

A sword light flashed, and he fell to the ground, his expression frozen.

They were still only halfway to the main hall.

“Let’s go,” said Gu Han.

Suddenly, an old man with a pale, gloomy face appeared before Gu Han. “If you want to harm His Majesty, you must get past me first!”

Instantly, a sinister, cold aura pressed forward. His cultivation level was actually at the Divine Connection realm. Gu Han frowned slightly, slowly raising his sword, locking a thread of killing intent firmly onto the old man.

Today, Jiang Ping must die.

No one could stop him.

At that moment, a black shadow descended silently. It was one of the six hidden guards. “Honored Guest, leave this person to me. Please proceed!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed again, instantly engaging the eunuch in battle.

Gu Han continued forward and a moment later, another eunuch appeared, only to be intercepted by another hidden guard. “Honored guest, please!”

Every time an opponent appeared, a hidden guard would always intercept them for him, until there was no one left blocking his path.

No wonder the Murong ancestor valued this token so highly!

Only now did Gu Han truly begin to appreciate the token’s terrifying power. Like death warriors, the people went all out and spared no cost to help him achieve his goal. As these thoughts crossed his mind, he and Fatty stepped into the main hall one after the other.

Jiang Ping was seated high upon his throne, forcing himself to remain calm. Beside him was Ding Quan, his face full of terror and venom.

Gu Han was silent for a moment. “Fatty, go check on Brother Jiang.”

With his powerful spirit perception, he sensed Jiang Feng’s weak aura in the side hall.

Fatty narrowed his small eyes. “Bastards! We can’t let them off!”

Gu Han nodded, his gaze sweeping across and instantly settling on Jiang Ping. “Of course! Are you Jiang Ping?”

Jiang Ping forced himself to maintain his calm. “Who are you?!”

“Gu Han!”

Jiang Ping gnashed his teeth. “Gu Han? Y-you are that Gu Han?”

Gu Han ignored his question, slowly raising his sword. “Do you know Chief Steward Li? He said he really wanted to kill you. It’s a pity that he failed, so I’ve decided to kill you for him.”