Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

107: Then you will die to atone for your sin! If the sword has no regrets, then the heart will have no guilt!“Pfft!”

Night World Lord rolled six or seven times on the ground, his face extremely listless, blood staining his body red.

At this moment, he had no more strength to fight; his aging body was on the verge of death, like a candle in the wind, capable of extinguishing at any moment.

“Don’t, don’t kill me…” Night World Lord raised his hand with difficulty to beg for mercy, his face no longer showing any arrogance.

It was replaced by endless fear and regret.

Yes.

He regretted it.

Qin Han remained unmoved, his expression cold, as he held the burial sky coffin and advanced step by step.

Night World Lord had never seen such a Prodigy before; such a person was extremely rare even in ancient times.

Should he say his luck was good or bad?

He was originally one step away from successful soul transference; he was almost able to inherit everything from Qin Han.

Including the Dao Seed.

It was just a little bit short, truly just a little bit!

“I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.” Night World Lord didn’t even have the strength to crawl, so he could only beg bitterly.

He had never experienced such humiliation; to think that he, a dignified Saint descendant, would try to save his life in such a way.

“Then atone for your sins with death.” Qin Han said indifferently.

“No, you can’t kill me, I have an earth-shattering secret, a secret that only I in this world know!” Night World Lord tried to awaken Qin Han’s goodwill.

Qin Han remained unmoved, raising the burial sky coffin high and slamming it down.

“You forced my hand!”

A fierce glint flashed in Night World Lord’s eyes; he burned his last trace of Saint Bloodline, and terrifying fluctuations surged from within his body.

His entire being shot out ten thousand rays of light like a blazing sun, brewing destructive power.

“He’s going to self-detonate!” One person exclaimed in shock.

Clearly, this was Night World Lord’s last trump card and method.

Burning his Saint Bloodline failed to defeat Qin Han, so he actually tried to drag him to his death with him in this manner!

The power of a self-detonation would be ten times more terrifying than his combat strength!

Half of the vast Ancient Green City would not be spared, including the living beings observing.

“Run, he’s crazy!” One person shouted, running for his life.

As soon as these words came out, Chu Jiangnian and the others, who were in a bitter battle, immediately changed their expressions drastically.

“Stop him quickly!” The God-Slaying Stone shouted.

“It’s too late.” Wu De said in a deep voice.

Night World Lord laughed maniacally, his face filled with madness, “Since you refuse to hold back, then let us go to Yellow Springs together!”

“How could I let you have your way.” Qin Han sneered.

Divine Demon Seal!

In an instant, countless black-gold snowflakes immediately drifted down in the Void Realm, and a forbidden power suddenly descended.

It instantly sealed the spiritual power within Night World Lord’s body; he was unable to move at this moment, and he also couldn’t sense the existence of his Bloodline Power.

Not only that, but the Bloodline Power that was originally about to explode now subsided, its Aura completely gone.

Even more terrifying was that he hadn’t discovered the source of this Seal technique.

“What kind of technique is this again? What did you do to me?” Night World Lord demanded sharply.

“Die!”

Qin Han glared furiously, directly slamming him into the ground.

Boom!

The ground was once again shaken by the violent force, creating a large pit, and the aftershocks rippled, pulverizing everything around.

Night World Lord was completely devoid of life, the light in his eyes rapidly dissipating until it turned ashen.

The hair on his body also rapidly turned white at this moment, and his skin aged, covered in countless wrinkles.

In just a few breaths, he transformed from a spirited young man into an old man on the verge of death.

A descendant of a Saint thus fell, almost beyond everyone’s expectations.

In the eyes of many, even without the aid of a Saint projection, he should not have lost to Qin Han.

After all, his foundation was incredibly profound, and he had the blessing of Saint Bloodline.

But they never expected him to lose so thoroughly.

“The Young Supreme has risen; who else can stop him?”

Qin Han picked up Night World Lord’s Storage Ring and put it into his pocket without even looking at it.

Then he suppressed the Bone Tower floating in the Void Realm and put it into the ring.

Without the owner’s control, even if the Bone Tower had supreme power, it could not stop Qin Han’s dominance.

“Having dealt with you, this trash, now it’s time for…”

He turned his head to look at Situ Wuming and Hua Qingzhao, and killing intent reignited in his pupils.

“Not good!” Both of them felt a sudden jolt in their hearts, thinking it was bad.

Qin Han’s strength was obvious to all; even the Prodigy of ancient times was not his match, and even if they combined their strength, they wouldn’t last two moves.

Chu Jiangnian, covered in blood, struggled to stand up with the support of his sword, looking at the flustered Situ Wuming, a faint smile curving at the corner of his mouth.

“It seems quite a pity, you still couldn’t step over my corpse after all.”

Situ Wuming looked at his smug face, a nameless fire rising in his heart, and he coldly rebuked, “As a member of Butian Pavilion, you conspire with others; are you worthy of the cultivation given by the Seniors in the Pavilion?”

“Chu has always asked the sword, not the heart; if the sword has no regrets, then the heart has no shame.” Chu Jiangnian slowly spoke.

“Turning your spearhead against your own people, how are you different from a traitor?” Situ Wuming shouted in great anger.

“If I were to let you act recklessly, that would be betraying my brothers.” Chu Jiangnian said calmly.

Situ Wuming became even more enraged upon hearing this, raising his hand to unleash several Void Realm Great Hand Seals and charging out with the White Tiger Spear.

“Then today I shall sever your head and use your blood as a banner!”

Facing the heavy killing intent, Chu Jiangnian showed no fear, his Sword Intent blazing, and countless snow flakes in the sky gathered into several hundred-zhang sword lights.

Weeping Ghosts and Gods!

Swish!

The sword light swept in all directions, and a chilling intent covered an area of a thousand feet, freezing all objects into frost.

Boom!

The Void Realm Great Hand Seal instantly shattered the sword light, and its remaining power, undiminished, entered the world of frost, suppressing Chu Jiangnian.

The Realm gap between the two was too great; it was truly difficult for Chu Jiangnian to hold on until now with a single breath, and now he had no more strength to fight.

However, at this moment, a green turtle shell enveloped his body, blocking all attacks.

“It blocked it?” Situ Wuming was slightly surprised.

Wu De appeared beside Chu Jiangnian at some point and said disdainfully, “You, a piece of trash, want to mess with Daoist Master’s brother?”

“I’ll cripple you first!” Situ Wuming pointed his spear directly at Wu De’s glabella, erupting with full power.

Suddenly, a golden stream of light flew at extreme speed, striking his forehead hard, and Situ Wuming immediately let out a painful roar.

“Who attacked me?”

“Your grandpa, me, what’s wrong?” The God-Slaying Stone transformed into a stream of light again and smashed into him.

Situ Wuming never imagined that he would be hit on the head by a stone.

“You’re asking for death!” A fierce look immediately appeared on his face, and he changed the direction of his spear to strike the God-Slaying Stone.

Clang!

A strange scene occurred; the spear carried an incredibly dense murderous Aura and possessed extremely powerful destructive might.

But striking the God-Slaying Stone failed to stop its movement; instead, it slightly bent the spear shaft.

The God-Slaying Stone, without losing speed, hit the same spot on his forehead for the second time.

“Ah! Damn stone!” Situ Wuming’s rage flared.

A fist-sized bump suddenly appeared on his forehead, looking quite comical.

But no one dared to laugh; they were astonished by the peculiar nature of the God-Slaying Stone.

“You want to touch this Stone’s servant, did you ask this Stone for permission?” The God-Slaying Stone said arrogantly.

“Exactly.” Wu De nodded repeatedly.

When he reacted, he said discontentedly, “What kind of talk is that? Who’s your servant?”

“All of you will be buried here.” Situ Wuming completely fell into a frenzy.

He was completely unaware that a ghostly figure had appeared behind him at some point.

A pair of large, pitch-black wings slowly flapped, their sound like divine thunder, extremely eerie.

“Does that include me?” Qin Han’s voice, cold as frost, rang out.

Upon hearing this demonic sound from the depths of the Nine Abysses, Situ Wuming’s heart immediately leaped into his throat.

The corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of Hua Qingzhao, who had somehow already fallen to the ground, his upper and lower body separated, blood staining the earth.

“Qin…”