Meng Shaobai's sword-dragon form didn't just rival the combined sword-dragon created by disciples of the Three Great Sword Sects—it surpassed it. The power he gained from fusing with the Kunpeng egg was monstrous, easily equal to the charge of millions of stampeding warhorses.
Fang Han felt the five-colored canopy tremble. It didn't break, but the impact gnawed through his qi reserves at an alarming rate. He inhaled sharply. From the center of his brow, the World Tree poured celestial energy into his body like a waterfall, restoring his power without end. The entire Immortal Realm was his personal reservoir.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
Three streams of raw mana sprayed into the five-colored canopy above him. Lightning roared within the barrier, and the five elements surged outward in a violent tidal wave. In a heartbeat, the canopy expanded into a vast storm of multicolored thunderclouds, covering dozens of miles around the Heavenly Execution Platform.
Fire rain, water rain, metallic shards, splintering wood, crumbling earth—five elemental meteor showers fell all at once. Flames of Bing-Fire lightning, icy Kui-Water bolts, crushing Geng-Metal thunder, slicing Yi-Wood lightning, smothering Wu-Earth thunder—every type of divine lightning detonated in frenzied sequence.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of miles of sky became a world-ending thunderfield.
This wasn't an attack against a single point. This was annihilation without distinction.
Every inch of space, every grain of stone was swallowed by elemental destruction. There was no escape.
Fang Han burned through his mana without hesitation, flooding the battlefield with a thunderous hellscape to suppress Meng Shaobai's speed.
This was the Five Emperor Demon Art's apocalyptic technique—world-devouring, impossible to evade. Years ago, when twelve Golden Core masters of the Taiyi Sect unleashed it together, they obliterated the sky for a hundred miles. Even demon kings who self-detonated died instantly.
Now Fang Han unleashed similar power alone.
After all, his Five Emperor Demon Art contained the essence of a Vermilion Bird, a Water Ape, a Black Tortoise, a Flood Serpent, and a White Tiger. Four of them were beings equivalent to peak Golden Core experts. The Flood Serpent was rumored to rival even Eighth Realm cultivators who'd survived the Wind-Fire Tribulation.
In total, Fang Han was channeling the strength of six or seven Golden Core paragons at once.
Crack!
Sure enough, Meng Shaobai was forced into visibility.
His speed faltered under the barrage of exploding lightning; even the Kunpeng's swiftness couldn't slip through such a dense cage.
"Run all you like—you won't escape my cleansing thunderstorm," Fang Han growled.
He didn't pause. He exhaled another blast of mana and launched every killing tool at his disposal.
The Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand descended like a collapsing sky.
The Blood Night King condensed into a thread-thin crimson arc—a perfect line of cutting death.
The Ghost Serpent Sword and the pale Mind Sword spiraled together like black and white yin-yang fishes, hunting for weak points in Meng Shaobai's defenses.
Then—
"One dance of the blade stirs the heavens.
The Killing Path eclipses the sun.
Let me show you the Seven Death Arts of the Lifeless Sword Dao—
Impermanence Kill!"
Meng Shaobai erupted.
He spat out a torrent of vital energy so vast it felt like a divine river breaking apart. The surrounding qi exploded outward, empowering the sword in his hand. A thousand dragon-voices cried out in unison. Even the stars above trembled at the killing aura.
Starlight rained down like a meteor shower.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Four sword strikes—each faster than thought—shattered the Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand, split the Ghost Serpent Sword's assault, tore through the Blood Night King's killing light, and scattered the Mind Sword's psychic blade.
Even Fang Han's five-element thunderstorm was sliced apart.
Then a massive sword aura enveloped Fang Han, transforming into a monstrous black-and-white demon whose gaping maw swallowed him whole.
This was Impermanence Kill, one of the seven ultimate techniques of the Lifeless Sword Dao.
Legend said no one had ever survived all seven.
"What a vicious technique… but meaningless against me."
Inside the devouring storm of black-and-white sword qi, Fang Han felt the grinding force tear at his canopy, sparks flying, the air screaming.
But fear never touched him.
"With my Life-Seal Talisman fully formed, I am immune to all evil. Even heaven's own impermanence cannot harm me."
His foot slammed into the ground.
Boom!
A pitch-black gate manifested behind him—the Gate of Abaddon. An endless tide of demonic energy surged forward, sucking the Impermanence Kill dry. The entire sphere of sword qi vanished as if swallowed by the abyss.
Fang Han moved.
Each step lifted him on a bloom of five-colored cloud.
Every pore on his body spat lightning, and raw force poured from him like a volcanic eruption.
Then he disappeared.
A blink later, he was right beside Meng Shaobai, fist already flying.
Boom!
The blow made the sky collapse like a shattered pillar, the heavens themselves crashing down like a falling cauldron.
Sword-light burst from Fang Han's punch, wrapped in thunder.
"You're fast, Meng Shaobai. But I'm no slower.
Let me show you the White Emperor's Golden-Sovereign Slash!"
This sword art, the pinnacle of metallic qi, contained instantaneous-movement techniques that resonated with heaven and earth. Now that Fang Han had mastered it, he used his entire body as the flying sword—merging with the world's energy to teleport.
Meng Shaobai's greatest strength—his speed—was no longer unique.
Ordinary cultivators would die attempting this. Their bodies would crumble into dust under the resonance shockwave.
But Fang Han wasn't ordinary.
The Thunder-Bone Relic had toughened his flesh.
The Divine Sealing power had transformed his internal organs.
His body was now stronger than most flying swords—nearing the level of the Blood Night King.
Using his body to perform Golden-Sovereign Instant Movement cost him nothing but a breath of qi.
And qi was something he would never run out of.
Only a Longevity Realm master could match his inexhaustible reservoir.
Meng Shaobai, for all his fortuitous encounters, did not have a World Tree feeding him eternal power.
"So fast! His body doesn't even show signs of tearing—
Is the Five Emperor Demon Art truly that terrifying?"
Even Meng Shaobai lost his composure as Fang Han suddenly appeared beside him.
He tried to vanish again—
but Fang Han vanished as well.
They flickered through the air like two streaks of lightning, reappearing in a swirling vortex where Fang Han's fist blasted Meng Shaobai out of hiding.
Now their speeds were equal.
"Die!" Meng Shaobai roared, thrusting his sword into Fang Han's fist.
The two clashed a thousand times in an instant—fist versus blade, qi against qi.
Fang Han's knuckles shone with five-colored radiance and roaring thunder, as hard as Meng Shaobai's divine sword.
"The Golden-Sovereign Slash truly outclasses my sect's Great Freedom Metal Sword Qi," the Elder of Heavenly Execution murmured. "If fused with our Instant-Kill Technique, it might even resonate across space-time itself—at its peak, it could achieve interstellar displacement."
Jiang Rourou exhaled. "So Fang Qingxue really did strengthen Fang Han with the Thunder-Bone Relic. Without it, using his body as the sword would've torn him apart."
"That's not the reason," the Elder corrected. "Fang Han cultivated a different secret art. It hardened not only the five viscera but also the six internal organs. Even without the relic, he could have performed this technique."
"What kind of technique strengthens the six organs?"
Even Ruyi was shocked.
They all coveted immortality. A technique that reinforced the body's core was priceless.
"Watch," the Elder said softly.
On the battlefield, Fang Han suddenly leapt back, dodged a sword strike, and flicked his fingers.
Six stone tablets shot into the air.
The Six-Eyed Divine-Sealing Monoliths.