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The Divine Thunder of the Heavenly Realm tore through the void, sweeping away demons and vanquishing evil, its power boundless.
Unfortunately, Jiang Han was not a demon; this level of Divine Thunder of the Heavenly Realm could not extinguish him! He merely cast a indifferent glance at the terrifying Divine Thunder before launching a punch.
In an instant, all surrounding forces were repelled as he single-handedly clashed against the heavens and earth. This overwhelming punch directly tore apart the might of the Divine Thunder of the Heavenly Realm, yet it continued unabated towards Fang Yang.
Fang Yang's face flashed with a hint of terror; no one is unafraid of death, not even Fang Yang of the Fusion Realm. In fact, to some extent, those with higher power and longer lifespans may fear death even more!
Fang Yang made a swift decision, burning his essence blood in desperation. The Heavenly Stage Divine Weapon, the Thunderfire Sword he had personally refined, shattered with a loud bang. The sky was filled with dancing thunderfire as a Dao Sword composed entirely of thunderfire surged towards Jiang Han for a devastating strike.
The powerful force tore through the void and finally blocked Jiang Han's formidable supreme punch!
However, it was unfortunate that Fang Yang no longer had the courage to fight Jiang Han. Using the last remnants of his strength from burning his essence blood, he turned to flee. In the face of life and death, his earlier intention to cover his companions' retreat had long vanished without a trace.
Regrettably, he forgot one crucial point: turning his back on Jiang Han during their battle was always the most erroneous decision.
"Hehe, so what you called covering your fellow disciples' retreat was just a feint?" Jiang Han smirked slightly, looking at Fang Yang with amusement.
Initially, he had regarded Fang Yang highly for fighting desperately to create an escape opportunity for his companions, but now his mood had turned particularly disheartened.
"You!... " Fang Yang spat blood from his mouth, clutching his chest with his left hand, looking frustrated but unable to refute.
The thoughts he had hidden in his heart were ruthlessly exposed by Jiang Han in front of everyone, causing the last remnants of his shame to surge to the surface.
"No, I am the last hope of the Qingcheng Sword Sect; I cannot die!" Fang Yang desperately sought excuses for himself, staggering backward, blood dripping from him into the void.
"It’s time to end this!"
Jiang Han simply stepped forward calmly. Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from his sleeve, and a brilliant shade of blood red shot out with astonishing speed.
It was an extraordinarily enchanting shade of red, both eerie and beautiful, as if it were the embodiment of all beauty in the world! However, within this enchanting beauty lay boundless killing intent!
"Sleeve Dragon, Bloodthirsty Blade, come forth!"
The upgraded Bloodthirsty Blade had taken on the appearance befitting a "demonic sword." Its tip was fierce and terrifying, resembling an ancient beast roaring with its gaping maw, while its tail trailed a blood-red rainbow—captivating yet beautiful, leaving endless room for imagination.
The howling sound of the Bloodthirsty Blade was heard by many. Another expert from the Qingcheng Sword Sect, entangled by the Orange Lotus Envoy, glared at Jiang Han and shouted angrily, "Jiang Han, you are bold!"
He truly did not expect that Jiang Han would dare to kill someone from the Qingcheng Sword Sect with such ruthless intent. It was utterly reckless.
It should be known that although the Qingcheng Sword Sect did not have a significant reputation in the martial world, it was not weak among first-rate powers; they still had a Youngshen Realm expert suppressing their sect. Once they decided to retaliate, even other first-rate powers would find it extremely troublesome—not to mention Manichaeism, a second-rate power far removed in the Western Regions.
"My courage has always been great!"
Jiang Han glanced at the Qingcheng Sword Sect's Fusion Realm expert with an expression as calm as still water. With others from the Qingcheng Sword Sect firmly entangled by the White Lotus Cult within the Sky-Connecting Armory, he felt no hesitation and was determined to push Fang Yang to his limits.
He simply wouldn't care about killing Fang Yang of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Even though he heard what the Fusion Realm warrior from the Qingcheng Sword Sect said, he still showed no signs of holding back.
If he made a move, it would be to kill!
The Bloodthirsty Blade whistled through the air, and Fang Yang's mouth was still oozing blood. His veins had been torn apart, and his True Qi was flowing backward.
"Thud!"
As the Bloodthirsty Blade pierced through his broken body, exuding an eerie glow, Fang Yang's remaining essence blood rapidly diminished.
His appearance gradually became withered, devoid of color, resembling an ordinary old man. The once bright and spirited eyes lost their luster in an instant!
Though the Sleeve Dragon was powerful, the peak period Fang Yang could have completely withstood it. Unfortunately, he was now severely injured, burning his soul and essence blood for strength, but it could not heal his wounds and even weakened his ability to respond significantly.
Just as he attempted to evade, the Bloodthirsty Blade had already locked onto him tightly and pierced through his chest!
In the end, Fang Yang still died, and he died unwillingly!
Although he was still young, he had already touched the threshold of the Youngshen Realm, standing above thousands in the Qingcheng Sword Sect. He was at the peak of his ambitions but now fell like a shooting star!
His death was regrettable; all his aspirations were left unfulfilled as he perished at Jiang Han's hands—cleanly and without a chance of survival!
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