Supreme Sword Exalt

“Grand Marshal Fu Yulin!”

With Fatty’s cultivation fully unleashed, his voice instantly traveled to an extremely far distance. For a moment, both sides of the conflict were stunned.

The Great Flame Empire had nine marquises, all of which were titled by their surnames, such as Marquis Liao, Marquis Song, Marquis Cen... Where did this Grand Marshal come from?

Opposite him, the two barbarians’ eyes surged with killing intent. Grand Marshal? What arrogance!

“Arrogant!”

Immediately, one of them could no longer hold back. His muscles swelled, his qi fully erupted, grinding against Fatty’s golden light.

Fatty waved his hand grandly. “Old Liao, go help the others. Leave these two to me!”

Old Liao’s heart jolted with shock. “Brother Yulin, are you—”

“Rest assured!” Fatty’s golden light had already collided with the two. “If they can break through my defense, then consider me the loser!”

Old Liao gritted his teeth. “Alright! Brother Yulin, if you can’t hold on, make sure to say something!”

Fatty ignored him and appeared between the two barbarians, pointing at himself. “Come! Hit me right here! Let’s see who lasts longer!”

***

If the battle among the high-level combatants highlighted the word peril, then the battle among the mid and low levels highlighted the word tragedy.

On the battlefield, corpses were everywhere. Some were barbarians, some were the border army. The ground had long been stained red by blood, as the pungent smell of gore grew thicker and thicker.

At one corner, Murong Yan swept her club wildly, nearly turning into a whirlwind. The weaker barbarians were smashed into paste, while the stronger ones suffered shattered bones and tendons. They collapsed, only to be finished off by Shen Xuan, who had been silently hiding behind her all along.

Since she made the Dao Bell ring six times, her Giant Spirit Bloodline had been significantly refined. Combined with the many pills she had brought out from the Profound Pill Camp, her cultivation had reached the sixth stage of the Divine Connection realm. In a certain sense, she was born for the battlefield.

In the air above, a Soaring realm barbarian roared in fury. He instantly abandoned his opponent after seeing so many of his clansmen die at Murong Yan’s hands.

Shouldering an arm-thick metal long rod, he leaped down toward her. “You’re asking for death!”

Murong Yan’s eyes were already bloodshot with killing intent. “Come! I will crush you to death!”

With her Giant Spirit Bloodline fully erupted, waves of qi scattered in all directions, fissures snaking through the earth.

A resonant metallic ring sounded as the club collided with the long rod. Feng Xi had gifted her that weapon. Its grade and hardness had reached the level of a top-grade profound item, so it was indestructible by default.

Sure enough, the barbarian’s rod snapped into two. The wolf-toothed club slammed directly into his chest. A series of bone-cracking sounds accompanied his cry. He flew backward, dying before he even landed.

However, the barbarian’s immense strength was not to be underestimated. Murong Yan did not fare well either. Her legs sank three chi into the ground, and waves of weakness washed over her.

”Kill!”

Just then, three barbarians surged with qi, lunging toward her upon seeing the rare opportunity.

Shen Xuan’s heart jolted with alarm. “Junior Sister!”

He turned into an afterimage, ready to block the three and buy Murong Yan time to catch her breath.

Suddenly, Gu Han appeared on the scene. With a light flick of his sword, three flashes of light lit up the field. The three barbarians’ stopped abruptly. Thin lines of blood appeared on their necks before their corpses crumpled to the ground.

Gu Han’s expression was somewhat solemn. “Brother Shen, be careful.”

Not only was he a ninth-stage Soaring realm cultivator, he had also comprehended the Ultimate Sword. He shuttled back and forth across the battlefield, unstoppable. It was as if the whole battlefield had become his domain. In just a short while, many barbarians had died silently by his hand.

However, the battlefield was simply too big, and there were simply too many barbarians. No matter how many he killed, he still could not change the course of the battle.

Luckily, the first batch of pills had proven immensely useful. Many border soldiers owed their recovery to them. Moreover, they regained combat strength in a flash, catching the barbarians completely off guard. Although they were still at a slight disadvantage, it was already so much better compared to past situations.

After giving a warning, Gu Han disappeared once again.

Murong Yan had also regained some strength by now, and was taken aback. “Senior Brother, Brother Gu seems faster than you...”

Shen Xuan smiled wryly, saying nothing. He had the Wind Spirit Physique and had received a Great Dao’s gift, making his speed unmatched by anyone at the same realm. However, compared to Gu Han’s Ultimate Sword sword evasion, he still fell short.

We can no longer keep up with him.

***

Gu Han transformed into afterimages. Along his path, strands of Great Evolution Sword Qi manifested as sword light, defusing one life-or-death crisis after another.

Sweeping his gaze, he appeared before a severely wounded soldier, Zhang Shan. The barbarian, who was about to deliver the fatal blow, was shocked.

A flash of sword light streaked by, and the barbarian’s consciousness rapidly sank into darkness before he could utter a word.

Zhang Shan was overwhelmed with gratitude. “Vanguard Gu, thank you!”

Without Gu Han, he would have certainly died today.

Gu Han asked, “The pills?”

Zhang Shan shook his head. “Gone. The first batch of pills produced was limited to begin with... By now, they should be mostly used up.”

It had only been a short while. Added to that, the alchemists’ techniques were still not quite there yet. The first batch of pills was far from sufficient for the entire army’s needs.

Zhang Shan’s tone shifted, becoming somewhat excited. “But it’s alright! As long as we survive this, the situation will definitely keep improving!”

If time was insufficient, they could buy more. If techniques were off, there would always be a day they became skilled. Despite the disadvantage, his earlier despondency had vanished, replaced by hope.

Gu Han tossed him a vial of pills. “Don’t die. That day will come soon!”

Watching Gu Han’s retreating figure, Zhang Shan quickly consumed the pills, and immediately went to support others. Survive! Then there’s a chance to see that day come!

***

At another corner of the battlefield, Zhao Mengyou was already surrounded by five or six barbarians. Jade light erupted from her, forming a thin protective barrier. Whenever an attack came, the barrier would absorb part of it. That was one of the functions of the Glazed Crystal Physique.

Even so, she was struggling to hold on, her face was pale. It wasn’t that she was weak; she’d killed over a dozen barbarians already. However now, her opponents were all at a much higher cultivation level, attacking together. Already worn out as she was, she was just no match for them.

A young barbarian leered at her, barking orders incessantly, “Hurry! Capture her alive! Such beauty is a perfect match for me!”

Despair slowly crept into Zhao Mengyou’s heart. Everyone was too occupied to spare any attention. Who could possibly free up a hand to save her? She secretly regretted insisting on coming to the battlefield.

Now, hearing the barbarian’s profane words, hatred surged within her heart. Even if I die, I’ll drag him down with me!

Suddenly, all the barbarians attacked together again, their qi connected into a single mass. A mountain-like force crashed down, shattering her barrier.

She coughed up blood, her face drained of all color. For some reason, a thought flashed through her mind, If I die, will he be sad? I am not asking him to grieve for me or anything. Just a little will do...

The barbarian youth stepped forward slowly. “Stop struggling! I am the newly appointed sixth war god of the War God Hall. For you to hold out this long against them is quite impressive. You are worthy of being my woman—”

Before he could finish, Gu Han’s cold voice interrupted him. “Do you know how your predecessor died?”

Zhao Mengyou’s mind went blank for a moment.

The sixth war god was taken aback, realizing an extra figure had appeared on the scene. “Huh? It’s you!”

The barbarian youth was filled with terror. “Quick! Stop him!”

He had seen the former Sixth War God smashed into paste more clearly than anyone.

“All of you, attack! You must stop him!”

The barbarians beside him were all sent by the War God Hall to protect him. Their cultivation levels were much higher than his. If they attacked with full force, they could maybe buy him a chance to escape.

However, before the barbarian youth could flee, Gu Han appeared before him. The next moment, a vast, abyss-like, heavy spirit pressure crashed down. The final scene that remained in his mind was Gu Han’s terrifying sword.

The ground trembled violently for a moment. After the dust settled, a massive pit now lay before Gu Han. Inside the pit, the new sixth war god had followed the fate of his predecessor, turning into paste.