Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Five-Colored Palm Blade (Third Release!)

“Again, the Dragon God Realm?”

Su Han looked up and saw an old woman appear from the void.

The old woman was clad in a magnificent, brocaded robe that clearly belonged to someone of very high status.

Upon her appearance, she deflected Su Han’s sword light and immediately turned her hand into a claw, reaching for him.

“Battling with the Dragon God Realm is just a waste of time,” he muttered.

Su Han frowned slightly, the magic elements of the wind attribute quickly gathering around him as he again formed an afterimage and dashed towards the distance.

“Seal!”

At that moment, a cold voice sounded.

Following the voice, a middle-aged man appeared.

This middle-aged man had a red mole between his eyebrows, and he moved his hands in a way that suddenly sealed off a section of the void in front of him.

“Boom!”

The moment the area was sealed, Su Han’s figure crashed into the invisible wall, emitting a dull sound.

“Quite a few tricks up your sleeve,” Su Han said as he touched his nose, scanning the three individuals before him.

“I’ve long heard that within the Ninth-Rate Sects under the Sect of True Martial Arts, there are three at the Dragon God Realm, and now all are here.”

“Insolent fool, you think you can stand against our army of a hundred thousand?” the middle-aged man retorted coldly.

Su Han glanced at him and suddenly said, “Are you blind? Can’t you see that from your hundred thousand, I’ve already killed nearly fifty thousand?”

“Insolence!”

The middle-aged man’s eyes turned icy, and he immediately waved his hand.

With that motion, the invisible wall sealing Su Han began shrinking rapidly, intending to crush him to death.

“I’d like to see if you have the attack power and the defensive power of the Dragon God Realm,” said the middle-aged man.

“You really think your little tricks can stop me?”

Su Han laughed and said, “You’re given an opportunity and yet you refuse to take it. I don’t want to waste time here with you, yet you think I’m afraid of you!”

“Open!”

Su Han fiercely slapped the void, and upon that slap, the wall shattered instantly!

Spatial Element!

Su Han was once a Third-Order Magic God and had lived countless years. Had it not been for his desire to explore the integration of magic elements with the Martial Path, he would have progressed to Seventh-Order Magic God long ago.

His mastery of magic elements was impeccable, and over many years, he had controlled various attribute laws. How could this middle-aged man’s mere wall of void stop him?

Even ten times stronger, Su Han’s spatial magic element could shatter it.

“Huh?”

The middle-aged man furrowed his brow, in disbelief.

This void wall, which he called the “Space Sealing Technique,” primarily focused on containment to crush people to death with the power of the wall.

Since he had become a Dragon God Realm Early Stage, he had caught a glimpse of the charm of the Space Law. This move was supposed to be undefeated, even for those of the same level trapped within it.

But Su Han, with just one slap, had broken through?

“With your meager understanding of space, I could randomly point out someone better than you!”

Su Han’s expression turned icy as he suddenly clapped his hands toward the ground.

“Rumble!”

The ground shook, tearing apart, and earthen spikes suddenly shot up!

“Put, put, put!”

The sound of blood spraying followed, and wherever there were earthen spikes, countless disciples were impaled.

This technique had been used within the God-Slaying Pavilion before, but the effect when Su Han used it was vastly different.

With one strike, ten thousand perished!

This included the Scarlet Flame Iron Beast beneath Zhao Chen, which was pierced forcefully.

Zhao Chen’s complexion turned so dark it was almost black—he truly didn’t understand, even with three Dragon Gods surrounding Su Han, why had Su Han singled him out?

“Must you kill me?!” Zhao Chen screamed.

“Not just you, but him as well.”

Su Han pointed at Hee Ruan, instantly causing the latter’s face to turn unsightly.

By this stage, the situation had spiraled out of their control.

The alliance’s massive army, initially fierce and confident, believed the first tier alone could annihilate the God-Slaying Pavilion, while others had come both to prevent any mishaps and to deter the world.

However, who could have imagined that the first tier, without even touching a single hair, would all die beneath that light barrier?

Despite this, Hee Ruan and the others were still unafraid.

They still had an army of one hundred thousand, and three Dragon God Realm powerhouses!

But at this moment, when these three Dragon God Realm powerhouses took action, when the army of one hundred thousand took action, what was the outcome?

The result was that under the siege of three Dragon Gods and one hundred thousand soldiers, Su Han once again brutally slaughtered fifteen thousand people!

The alliance’s army, now left with fewer than one hundred thousand, had averaged less than ten thousand disciples dispersed across eleven Ninth-Rate Sects.

Compared to the peak times of such established Ninth-Rate Sects like the Qio Ming Sect and Huihai Sect, which had tens of thousands of disciples, the disparity was far too great.

After this battle, the God-Slaying Pavilion would become famous in one fell swoop!

Hee Ruan, Zhao Chen, and Li Yuan, acting as leaders of this alliance, with Hee Ruan and Zhao Chen being the Sect Masters of Qiming Sect and Huihai Sect respectively.

Everyone knew that Su Han insisted on killing them not only because of his nature of bearing grudges but also, most importantly, to make an example out of them!

They all held the position of Sect Master, and killing them would bring a greater renown than killing a Dragon God.

“Swoosh!”

Su Han turned into a streak of light, leaving behind trails of afterimages that seemed to form a path, clearly showing the trajectory toward his target.

It was Zhao Chen!

“Su Han, Huihai Sect will withdraw from war with the God-Slaying Pavilion, please stop!”

Zhao Chen’s pupils dilated, his scalp felt like exploding.

His words carried a hint of pleading.

“Too late!”

However, Su Han’s cold voice was mixed with ruthlessness.

It wasn’t that he was bloodthirsty or genuinely cold-blooded, but if Su Han didn’t possess such strength, then at this moment, Zhao Chen would never have uttered such words, nor would he have shown any mercy to Su Han.

“Die!”

With a fierce shout, Su Han had already arrived in front of Zhao Chen, with five types of light simultaneously appearing on his palm.

These five lights transformed into a Palm Blade and descended from above Zhao Chen’s head like a blanket.

“Condense!”

The middle-aged man immediately spoke to lock the space in front of Su Han’s Palm Blade.

The old woman also swung her hand, and a shield flooded with a faint Purple Gold hue appeared in front, obviously a Low-Grade Purple Gold Level equipment, but only low-grade.

Finally, the old man hesitated no more, throwing out a similarly Low-Grade Purple Gold Level Grand Bell, which he placed over Zhao Chen.

He knew Zhao Chen’s speed wasn’t comparable to Su Han’s Palm Blade, so he might as well not run and just use the Grand Bell for defense.

This moment, all eyes were on them.

This moment, everyone held their breath.

This moment, silence filled the area!