598: Chapter 598 Qin Han's Divine Might

[At that moment, the door was pushed open.]

[Fang Ruoqing rushed in, her eyes rimmed with red.]

["Senior, the Dao Tian Sect has arrived." Her voice was urgent. "I beg of you."]

[You looked at her without speaking, merely patting Qin Han on the head:]

["Don't be lazy. Go, deal with those guys."]

[Your tone was relaxed and casual, as if you were ordering a trivial matter.]

[Fang Ruoqing froze in a daze.]

[Chu Yiyi also walked in, sitting directly opposite you and pouring herself a cup of tea before looking at Fang Ruoqing:]

["Ruoqing, sit down and have a cup of tea."]

[Fang Ruoqing saw Chu Yiyi and was stunned for a moment: "Senior Chu, why are you here?"]

[She then watched the palm-sized Qin Han wobbling as he floated into the sky, like a leaf blown by the wind that could fall at any moment.]

[She finally couldn't help but ask: "Senior... can he do it?"]

[The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.]

[It was too rude to ask, but she really couldn't help herself—that little thing couldn't even fly steadily; he didn't look like he could handle the Dao Tian Sect at all.]

[Chu Yiyi pulled her to the table and poured her a cup of spirit tea, her tone unhurried: "Don't be so nervous. Senior's methods reach the heavens. A mere Dao Tian Sect is no problem."]

[Fang Ruoqing took the teacup and took a nervous sip. The tea was cool, and she couldn't taste anything.]

[In the sky,]

[Qin Han wobbled as he floated into mid-air, swaying as if he were drunk.]

[When Gongsun Hong saw him, he was first stunned, and then he laughed.]

["Hahaha..." He laughed loudly, "Just this thing?"]

[The Dao Tian Sect Disciples on the spirit boats laughed along with him. Some were doubled over with laughter, while others were slapping their thighs.]

[A palm-sized little spirit pet was wobbling toward them, as if he were there to amuse them.]

["Is this a Rank One spirit pet? Is it here to die?"]

["Fellow brothers of the Dao Tian Sect, be careful! Don't let it kill you with cuteness, hahaha..."]

[Laughter rose and fell in waves.]

[Qin Han suddenly stopped.]

[He tilted his head, looking at the people doubled over with laughter. A huff of air escaped his nostrils, and something was burning in his eyes.]

["Humph, I am angry." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was crystal clear. "The consequences are very serious."]

[The moment he finished speaking, silver light exploded.]

[He didn't grow larger slowly; he exploded—the originally palm-sized Qin Han became like a silver sun, its radiance so piercing that no one could keep their eyes open.]

[When the light dissipated, a hundred-zhang-tall silver behemoth hung in the sky. His entire body was covered in silver fur as sharp as needles, his four claws were like hooks, and a pair of vertical pupils looked down coldly at the spirit boats below, as if looking at a group of ants.]

[Smiles froze on everyone's faces.]

[Gongsun Hong's mouth was still open, but the laughter was gone.]

[Sect Master Sikong Lie's pupils shrank violently, and he subconsciously took half a step back.]

[Old Ancestor Yin Hanshan's expression finally changed.]

[Qin Han raised a claw.]

[That claw blotted out the sky, pressing down like a mountain from above. Silver light erupted from the tips of the claws like an aurora, slicing through the sky silently.]

[The spirit boat on the far left split down the middle, as if cut by an invisible blade.]

[The cut was neat and tidy, as smooth as a mirror.]

[Then, blood.]

[Before the people on the spirit boat could react, their bodies had already been severed in the middle.]

[Some upper bodies were still sitting while the lower halves were gone; some had just stood up, only for everything below the waist to remain in place.]

[Severed limbs, minced meat, and internal organs mixed with fresh blood fell from the sky—like a rain of flesh.]

["Ah—!"]

[The Disciples on the spirit boat finally let out blood-curdling screams, but they were cut off halfway—because their mouths were sliced open at the same time.]

[Corpses drifted down into the city, smashing onto rooftops, streets, and courtyards.]

[The people in the city looked up at the chunks of flesh falling from the sky, their faces pale.]

[Screams rang out everywhere.]

[Some vomited, some collapsed, and some ran into their houses clutching their children.]

[Old Ancestor Yin Hanshan's pupils contracted violently as he shouted sharply: "Formation! Everyone, set up the Formation!"]

[The remaining nine spirit boats simultaneously lit up with blinding light. Countless rays of spiritual light intertwined, forming a massive Formation in the air, with runes flowing and spiritual light surging like a tide.]

[Qin Han didn't even spare it a glance.]

[He moved—his hundred-zhang body turned into a streak of silver light, fast as an aurora, drawing arc after arc across the sky.]

[He was so fast he couldn't be seen clearly, so fast there weren't even afterimages. The silver light wove into a giant net, enveloping all nine spirit boats within.]

[The Formation shattered.]

[Before the spiritual light could even gather, it was sliced into fragments by the silver light. Runes exploded, and spiritual light scattered wildly. The nine spirit boats shuddered violently at the same time, cracks spreading across their hulls like spiderwebs.]

["It's above us!"]

["It's on the left!"]

["No—it's behind us!"]

[The Dao Tian Sect Disciples looked around frantically, but they could see nothing.]

[Qin Han was too fast, appearing to be everywhere at once.]

[A Disciple had just raised a Magic Treasure when his body split down the middle. An Elder had just summoned a defense when his head flew off.]

[A Nascent Soul Elder had just fled a hundred miles when a flash of silver light saw his body split in two. Before his Nascent Soul could escape, it was swept away by an invisible suction.]

[Qin Han opened his mouth and inhaled. Those who were killed were sucked into his mouth from all directions, like slurping noodles.]

["No—!"]

[Screams rose one after another, then stopped abruptly.]

[A mist of blood filled the sky, dyeing half of it red. Blood fell from the sky in a pitter-patter, like a rain shower.]

[Gongsun Hong's face was as pale as paper; he was finally afraid.]

["Old Ancestor—"]

[Before he could finish his sentence, silver light flashed.]

[Gongsun Hong looked down at his waist—it had been severed in the middle, his upper and lower body separated into two pieces.]

[His eyes bulged, and his mouth hung open as he tried to say something, but blood had already surged up his throat.]

[His Primordial Spirit had just escaped from his body, its spiritual light weak, and before it could flee—it was sucked into Qin Han's mouth in one gulp.]

[Sect Master Sikong Lie watched Gongsun Hong being swallowed, his face as white as a dead man's.]

[He gritted his teeth, and his figure flashed—Teleportation.]

[A thousand miles away, his figure had just appeared, and before he could even steady himself, the silver light had caught up.]

[Qin Han's massive mouth appeared before him like a wall.]

[Sect Master Sikong Lie felt a vast and boundless power envelop his entire body—like an invisible mountain pressing down on him.]

[He tried to mobilize his Law Power, but found that the power within his body, which used to be as easy to control as his own limbs, was now frozen solid and wouldn't budge an inch.]

["No—!"]

[Sect Master Sikong Lie's scream echoed in Qin Han's mouth before being drowned out by the sound of teeth crushing.]

[Qin Han chewed twice and swallowed.]

[In these short few breaths, only three spirit boats remained.]

[Old Ancestor Yin Hanshan's face was ashen as he slammed his Storage Pouch—an ancient mirror flew out from the pouch and hung in mid-air, its surface flowing with runes.]

[It was the Dao Tian Sect's sect-protecting treasure—the Xuanming Mirror.]

[Old Ancestor Yin Hanshan bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the mirror's surface.]

[The Xuanming Mirror suddenly lit up, and rolling black clouds surged from the mirror's surface, instantly shrouding the entire sky.]

[The world turned dark, thunder roared, and purple lightning rolled within the black clouds.]

[Rumble—!]

[Countless bolts of lightning struck down from the cloud layer, each as thick as a water bucket, carrying a world-destroying might as they struck toward Qin Han.]