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Fusion Realm turned to ashes, and the remaining few Martial Arts Grandmasters could no longer withstand Jiang Han's power.
With a sudden flick of his sleeve, he sent all six of them flying!
These six Martial Arts Grandmasters from the Western Regions had not yet recovered from the shock of Jiang Han killing An Bu when they were struck by this attack, injuring them severely and causing them to spit out blood.
"Wow!"
"You, you, you..."
The six of them wore expressions of disbelief, their eyes filled with deep terror.
Even the elder had died at the hands of this demonic youth! Did they still have any chance of survival?
At that moment, each of their thoughts scattered completely.
Jiang Han was unaware that in this brief moment, they had thought so much; even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.
With a cold smile on his lips, he said, "What are you stammering for? Can't you come up with something more original? Do you still think this is Persia? How dare you bring Persia's style to Middle-earth!"
Jiang Han's gaze flickered. He showed no fear towards the so-called Persia, instead laughing lightly.
If Persia dared to act arrogantly and injure a disciple of Manichaeism at Bright Summit, wouldn't it be rude for him not to retaliate?
"I, the Holy Church, will not let you go!"
A martial arts Grandmaster with a scarred face and deep-set eyes cast a fierce glance at Jiang Han. He then swept his gaze over the other Manichaeism members: "And you all will inevitably suffer the wrath of my Persian Holy Sect. Do not think you will have any chance of escape!"
Jiang Han let out a soft snort but said no more. With his talent and rate of advancement, by the time the Persians sent someone again, he might be able to surprise them.
He stood with his hands behind his back and calmly responded, "Bind them and execute them in front of all the disciples!"
As his cultivation continued to rise, his temperament grew increasingly resilient, and the things that could truly stir his emotions became fewer and fewer. However, he did not wish for his feelings to fade away with his advancement, nor did he want unnecessary marks left by time on him.
Although he had a cold demeanor and was inherently stubborn and proud, he did not want to become an old-fashioned person one day. He did not want to end up like some powerful beings who sealed themselves away using sources or treasures, living through endless years.
Some had grown accustomed to life and death; even when their beloved offspring fell before them, they would not show much emotion, having extinguished most of their feelings and becoming as unyielding as a rock. That was not what he desired.
A strong person should naturally possess dignity and grace. But that does not mean one must become heartless, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
Looking at the Manichaeism disciples, who were all injured yet still spirited, Jiang Han smiled faintly, offering them a look of encouragement.
"Yes."
The disciples were shaken, charging like a fierce tiger down the mountain towards the severely injured Persian Six Masters.
In a moment's time, the six Grandmasters from Persia were bound up like zongzi.
"Proceed with the execution," Jiang Han said calmly, with his hands behind his back.
"But, Dai Qisi..." Fan Yao stepped forward, his face filled with anxiety and deep apprehension.
Jiang Han glanced at him, secretly speculating about his relationship with the former Purple Robe Dragon King, Dai Qisi, and smirked slightly: "Do you want to protect her?"
He was well aware of the plot; whether it was Dai Qisi or her daughter Xiao Zhao, both had a knack for disguising themselves. He just didn't know if Fan Yao was aware of this.
In the original story, Zhang Wuji, who fell in love with everyone he met, was stunned when Xiao Zhao's human skin mask fell off, revealing her true appearance, stirring something within him.
Before Fan Yao could respond, Jiang Han continued: "Do you think you can protect her?!"
The coldness of his voice made Fan Yao shiver; the foot he had just raised was pulled back again, his expression shifting repeatedly as he struggled to make a decision.
Jiang Han stepped closer to him, the sound of his footsteps echoing like a muffled drum against Fan Yao's heart.
"Do you like Dai Qisi?"
At that moment, Fan Yao's expression suddenly turned blank, with a hint of fear flickering in his eyes. Would the leader take advantage of this to eliminate him for liking someone who had betrayed their faith?
After all, although he had previously fallen from the Heavenly Union for absurd reasons, he ultimately left a bad impression in the leader's heart.
Jiang Han glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm and continued, "Do you know that Dai Qisi had a daughter named Xiao Zhao over ten years ago?"
"Yes, you guessed correctly!"
"Back then, Dai Qisi left the sect and went into hiding on Spirit Snake Island, living a carefree life with that wild man!"
"Her man is Han Qianye, nicknamed 'Mr. Silver Leaf.'"
"You probably remember him now; he was the one who challenged my Adoptive Father Yang Dingtian alone at Bright Summit but was defeated by Dai Qisi. Ever since then, they have been infatuated with each other, engaging in an illicit relationship and even having a daughter!"
Fan Yao felt as if his heart had taken a heavy blow. He stumbled back, his lips slightly parted as he muttered 'impossible,' yet deep down, he already had the answer.
Jiang Han looked at him with pity, then suddenly turned around and shouted loudly: "Just because Dai Qisi left the sect for a wild man, even if my Holy Church is in the most dangerous situation, I still have the right to execute her!"
His tone suddenly turned furious: "What are we waiting for?"
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