Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

As the Great Qian King rapidly approached, Su Han’s heart turned to ice. He felt no fear, only unyielding resistance.

”Secret of Healer!”

Su Han activated the Secret of Healer, and his injuries instantly recovered. This secret technique was incredibly mystical, but its sole drawback was that it could only heal his wounds, not restore his Demonic Qi.

”Character Technique of Motion!”

”Lightning Fast!”

The moment his injuries healed, Su Han transformed into a beam of light and swiftly evaded the attack, causing the Great Qian King’s sword to miss.

CRACK!

The resplendent Sword Radiance slashed into the massive pit, immediately causing the earth to quake and the mountains to shake. A colossal fissure spread out from the point of impact, splitting the entire valley in two.

Terrifying. Horrifying. Irresistible.

The Great Qian King, a master at the Ninth Level of the Heavenly King Realm, was simply too powerful. Su Han was no match for him. Even with a Holy Artifact, a Sacred Body, and numerous Divine Methods, he could not overcome the vast difference in their realms—a gap that could not be bridged by external items.

”You can’t escape!”

Though his first strike missed, the Great Qian King reacted swiftly, turning to slash with his sword once more. Space itself was cleaved apart as pitch-black spatial fissures spread rapidly, slicing through everything in their path.

SPLAT!

Although Su Han wasn’t hit directly by the sword, a spreading spatial fissure grazed him, drawing blood from his Sacred Body. The wound was horrifying to behold.

”Qiankun Swordsmanship!”

The Great Qian King excelled with the sword and had mastered the Earth Rank, High Level Qiankun Swordsmanship. As he executed his techniques, the valley filled with a network of intersecting spatial fissures resembling a spider’s web, trapping Su Han. He was left with nowhere to flee and was soon covered in wounds.

Whether he used the Character Technique of Motion to dodge or the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda to defend, Su Han could not escape. His Demonic Qi gradually depleted as his injuries worsened. This time, he was unable to use the Secret of Healer to recover again.

Anyone in this situation would fall into despair. No matter how one struggled or resisted, death was inescapable. It was a devastation of the body and a torment of the spirit.

Su Han’s eyes grew grim, but he neither despaired nor gave up.

I am a demon. I shall defy the heavens and fight to the end. There is nothing that can make me surrender, not even the heavens themselves.

Su Han continued to struggle, but the disparity in their strength was overwhelming. He was gravely wounded again and fell to the ground.

”Die!”

The Great Qian King wasted no words, wanting to prevent any unexpected trouble. He swung his sword across the sky. Su Han could neither flee nor defend.

However, just as the Sword Radiance was about to strike Su Han, the space before him suddenly ripped open into a fissure that instantly devoured the Sword Radiance, swallowing it into the void. Then, the fissure sealed shut, returning everything to normal as if it had all been an illusion.

What just happened?

Both the Great Qian King and Su Han were stunned and utterly clueless.

WHOOSH!

A spectral light suddenly enveloped the entire valley, blotting out the sun and filling the heavens and the earth. A pure Holy Might emerged from thin air, causing the surrounding space to solidify. Everything between heaven and earth seemed to freeze. The wind stopped blowing, the trees stood motionless, and even the flow of Spiritual Energy ceased.

Time Freeze... This... this is a Saint’s technique!

The Great Qian King’s pupils constricted, his heart filled with immense shock. As the king of Great Qian, he was worldly and wise, so he naturally understood what this meant.

This isn’t the might of a Holy Artifact, but the true power of a Saint. But... how is this possible? In Qingmo Province, the strongest cultivators, Ye Chuanfeng and the Earth Fiend Demon Sovereign, are only at the Ninth Layer of the Supreme Realm. They are just a single step away from the Saint Realm, but that step is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Besides, even if they had broken through, why would they stop me from killing Su Han?

The Great Qian King’s mind was in chaos as he frantically speculated about the origin of this Saint’s might, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not find an answer.

Under the gazes of both the Great Qian King and Su Han, a hazy figure began to condense from the spectral light. The figure was not real but formed from the light. It was hazy and blurred, as if shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see clearly or discern its true identity.

A Saint’s projection!

Seeing this figure, the Great Qian King knew his guess was correct: the newcomer was indeed a Saint!

Saints were elusive, especially in remote regions such as Qingzhou and Mozhou. Even Holy Artifacts were a rare sight, let alone a Saint, who was as elusive as a mythical dragon. The appearance of a Saint was enough to rewrite the history of Qingmo Province.

A Saint’s projection was a technique Saints used to cast their power across thousands of miles. Although not as powerful as a Saint’s true body, its might was still far beyond what an ordinary martial artist could withstand. The Great Qian King, at least, had no confidence he could resist it.

However, even more questions surfaced in the Great Qian King’s mind.

Who is this Saint? Why does he want to save Su Han? Could Su Han’s identity not be as simple as it appears on the surface?

A series of questions arose in the Great Qian King’s mind, but he could find no answers. Su Han, however, felt a sense of familiarity as he stared at the hazy figure. After a moment of contemplation, he finally recognized him.

Lord You Heng from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!

Su Han was inwardly shocked. He had never imagined that such an eminent figure would intervene on his behalf. He had always assumed that You Heng, who oversaw the Myriad Treasures Pavilion’s business across the five great Daozhou, was a Supreme Realm expert. He had been wrong. You Heng wasn’t a Supreme; he was a true Saint!

In the nine realms of Martial Arts, Saints were second only to Great Emperors. Each one possessed the terrifying might to move mountains, fill seas, and blot out the sky with a single hand. Qingmo Province was a remote backwater with no resident Saints. Su Han had only heard of them in legends and never imagined he would witness one in person. Although this was only a projection and not his true body, it was still an incredible rarity.

At this moment, You Heng’s projection said nothing and simply turned its gaze to the Great Qian King.

Instantly, the Great Qian King’s scalp went numb. An invisible fear gripped his heart like a massive hand, stifling his breath and filling him with an unprecedented sense of mortal danger.

Flee!

The Great Qian King knew this Saint’s projection was on Su Han’s side and held murderous intent toward him. His expression changed abruptly as he turned to flee. He instantly used Physique Fusion, then Teleportation, and even activated a secret life-saving technique. He spared no effort in his escape; in the face of a Saint, no measure was too extreme.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Qian King had fled several thousand meters, far from the valley. You Heng’s projection, however, remained unhurried. It simply raised its right hand and pointed lightly.

ZING!

A spectral beam shot from its fingertip. The light was neither dazzling nor ornate, and it emanated no obvious Holy Might. Yet, it instantly pierced through space and appeared behind the Great Qian King.

The Great Qian King was startled, but before he could even begin to resist, the spectral light flashed. It pierced directly through the back of his head and exited between his eyebrows.

The Great Qian King’s body stiffened instantly. His life force drained away as he plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground, completely lifeless.

A single finger from a Saint could slay a Heavenly King.