Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han bore many scars as blood constantly dripped down. His cultivation was also greatly depleted, nowhere near his peak condition. The coldness within him only seemed to grow.

The two barbarians exchanged a glance.

“There’s no need to fear him!”

“He’s heavily injured, and barely has any battle power left!”

Strike while he’s down!

Take his life!

Although they didn’t know how Gu Han killed that Transcendent realm cultivator, judging by his current state alone, they could see the tremendous price he paid. This was the best chance to kill him.

With that thought, the two didn’t hesitate. Their qi surged once more, ready to completely obliterate Gu Han right there. They naturally had other plans in mind for the demoness.

Just then, Gu Han looked up and glanced at them. The two felt a chill run through them, as if falling into an ice cellar. Even the circulation of their qi stalled for a moment.

Even though Gu Han’s voice was very soft, the killing intent hidden within was exceptionally heavy. “Kill.”

His sword lifted then fell. A red sword light flared and descended straight toward one of the barbarians. Though far slower than the previous Kill Sword, it gave him the feeling that it was impossible to dodge. Blood splattered instantly, and he fell to the ground.

The other barbarian was filled with terror. Shit! How?! This sword seemed far inferior to before, yet its killing power is this great—

He’d barely finished the thought when the red sword light came again. His neck went cold, his vision spinning wildly. All he saw was Gu Han charging into the distance like a god of slaughter, carrying the demoness in his arms. As his sword rose and fell, barbarian after barbarian fell dead, none a match for him.

Then, the barbarian’s head hit the ground, and his consciousness sank into eternal silence. Even in death, he never understood that the strike was driven by pure killing intent, which better matched the true essence of Kill Sword.

Moments later, Gu Han had vanished from the field. Large patches of severed limbs and blood were strewn around the field. The few barbarians who’d survived by luck stood frozen, trembling uncontrollably. He had thoroughly shattered their courage!

No one knew how long passed. Then, with the sound of tearing air, over a dozen figures with overwhelming qi landed. The one at the lead was none other than Sang Ge.

Now that both sides had fully engaged in war, he could no longer stand aside. He led a group of experts from his tribe, about to head to the border to join the battle. Yet halfway there, he received the order to kill Gu Han, so he turned straight back without hesitation.

He knew better than anyone about Gu Han’s achievements. Even Yun Ao had personally issued a kill order. Personally killing Gu Han would bring more glory and status than killing tens of thousands of Great Flame border soldiers.

Beside Sang Ge, a large man swept his gaze over the scene, deeply furrowing his brow. “It seems we’re too late.”

Sang Ge turned to one of the terrified barbarians. “Speak! What happened here?”

That barbarian stammered, recounting the events.

The large man’s pupils contracted. “What?! Even Tu Lu died?”

Both he and Tu Lu were at the Transcendent realm, with the latter being considerably stronger.

Sang Ge showed no surprise. “I’m not surprised. He killed Tuo Jun, who was at the Heavenly Tribulation realm. I’d be disappointed if he died at Tu Lu’s hands.”

The large man thought for a moment. “We should still find him as quickly as possible. If someone else beats us to it...”

Although the front lines were engaged in battle, various barbarian tribes had still dispatched some of their forces to search everywhere for Gu Han. If they got lucky and found him, the benefits would be unimaginable.

Sang Ge’s face twisted with scorn. “You’ve seen what happened to Tu Lu. Even if they find him, it’s uncertain who’ll kill who! A thousand years ago, the old ancestor died at the Flame Emperor’s hands, turning the barbarian’s eight great clans into seven. That is our shame!

“Whether we win this battle or not, the barbarian’s structure will inevitably undergo drastic changes. It’s our clan’s best chance to rise again and retake the War God Hall!”

The barbarian’s structure was completely different from the Eastern Wasteland. The War God Hall had seven Saint realm great elders, representing the seven greatest clans of the barbarians. Beneath them were dozens of medium tribes, each with Transcendent realm cultivators. Further down were hundreds of small tribes and lowest-level barbarians without even a tribe.

The large man’s eyes shone with excitement. “With you here, we can surely restore our clan’s former glory!”

Sang Ge took a deep breath. “There’s no need to hurry. We’re still missing one crucial thing to revive our clan!”

“What is it?”

Sang Ge narrowed his eyes. “A head! Gu Han’s head carries far more weight than Tuo Jun’s head!”

The large man asked the terror-stricken barbarian again, “Which way did he go?!”

Sang Ge frowned, analyzing. “Isn’t it obvious? The further east you go, the more barbarians there are. No matter how strong he is, he can’t fight endlessly. He’s also heavily wounded and carrying a deadweight. The fewer barbarians there are, the safer it is for him—”

Suddenly, his heart stirred as if in communion with the heavenly mystery, his gaze fixed on a point in the extreme distance. “My guts are telling me he’s inside the Great Lu Mountains!”

Many barbarians all began rushing toward the Great Lu Mountains as well. Whether by coincidence or accident, they were guided by that vast, elusive heavenly mystery.

***

No barbarian dared disobey Yun Ao’s orders. An endless stream of barbarians rushed to the border, vowing to firmly stop the border army’s advance. Instead of using a rotation system like before, they mobilized nearly all their forces, making them a few times stronger.

Nevertheless, with the reinforcement of dozens of experts from the three families, the Great Flame Border Army held the advantage in high-level combat power. The barbarian tribes only had so many Transcendent realm cultivators, after all. Furthermore, these experts constantly raided various parts of the battlefield, allowing the Great Flame Border Army to remain undefeated and even slowly advance.

On the battlefield, the sounds of battle cries and roars never ceased.

“Kill!”

“Kill through!”

“Bring my brothers back!”

At one corner of the battlefield, Murong Yan’s eyes were bloodshot, her wolf-toothed club swinging fiercely. Even barbarians a realm higher than her dared not clash with her head-on.

Not far from her, Shen Xuan also bore scars, carefully observing the barbarians’ movements. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided not to take the Emerald Condensation Pill.

No matter how skilled those alchemists were, they could only produce so many Emerald Condensation Pills. After fighting for so long, everyone had few pills left. They used it sparingly for extreme injuries and emergencies. Of course, the dwindling pills did nothing to diminish their fighting spirit.

Fight desperately, and slash through the barbarians! Bring Gu Han back from the Northern Domain! This wasn’t just Murong Yan’s obsession, it was every border soldier’s.

At another corner of the battlefield, Xue Yu’s face was pale. Her ten fingers were also bloody and torn, yet her zither music remained steady. She never faltered for a moment, always boosting the border army’s battle power.

Not far away, Yun Fan and Zhao Mengyou also fought fiercely, their robes stained with blood. Further off, Zuo Yang’s boning knife remained steadfast, while Yu Miao’s jade needles continued to catch the barbarians off guard.

Li Xun was chased until he truly had nowhere left to hide. With bloodshot eyes, he fought bitterly against a Half-Step Transcendent realm barbarian, locked in a stalemate.

Suddenly, a phoenix cry rang out from the distant skyline.