121: Chapter 121: Slaying Three Dharma Images in Ten Breaths, Chu Li Collapses Like a Muddy Slab
"Old Song!"
The two retainers saw this, their eyes splitting with rage, and they exclaimed sharply.
They could no longer bother attacking Gu Han; their figures flickered as they wanted to check on the retainer Song's injuries.
"Want to leave?"
"Too late!"
Gu Han's cold voice rang out, like the judgment of the Grim Reaper.
His figure flickered, turning into a remnant shadow, appearing instantly before the sword-wielding retainer.
His long saber swept horizontally, cold light flickering on the blade's edge.
"Frenzied Shadow Slash!"
The saber light transformed into a lifelike bloody Dragon, emitting a silent roar, carrying an Aura that devoured all things, roaring as it pounced toward the sword-wielding retainer.
The sword-wielding retainer was shocked.
He felt the terrifying pressure rushing toward his face, as well as the thick, bloody scent contained within the saber light.
An unprecedented sense of crisis rose in his heart.
He roared, his long sword dancing as he tried to resist.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sounds of metal clashing were incessant; the bloody Dragon and the long sword collided crazily in the air.
However, the bloody Dragon's power was too overbearing; every strike was like Mount Tai pressing down, shaking the sword-wielding retainer's arm until it went numb, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open.
In just a few breaths, the bloody Dragon tore through the long sword's defense.
"Snap!"
A crisp breaking sound rang out; the long sword in the sword-wielding retainer's hand was snapped by the bloody Dragon, turning into countless splashing fragments.
The bloody Dragon's momentum remained undiminished, carrying violent blood Qi, and instantly devoured the sword-wielding retainer's body.
"Ah!"
The scream stopped abruptly.
The bloody, mangled body was shredded into pieces by the violent bloody Dragon, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated across the sky.
Gu Han's figure did not stop, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
He turned his long saber, the tip pointing diagonally, heading straight for the last retainer.
The retainer surnamed Wang saw his companion die miserably and was already scared out of his wits.
He did not hesitate to turn around, lightning flickering around his body, wanting to escape.
"Want to run?"
"Did you ask my saber?"
Gu Han's voice was cold, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.
He threw the long saber in his hand violently, transforming it into a bloody stream of light, its speed reaching the extreme, tearing through the air.
"Slash!"
The bloody stream of light seemed to possess intelligence, instantly piercing through the heart of the retainer surnamed Wang from behind.
The retainer surnamed Wang's body stiffened abruptly, the vitality in his eyes rapidly dissipating, and he collapsed with a boom, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In less than ten breaths of time, three Dharma Aspect Realm retainers had been dealt with—one injured, two dead.
Gu Han's strength was shockingly powerful.
The entire hall was silent, with only the groans of the injured dead soldiers and dancing girls remaining, along with Chu Li's heavy breathing.
Chu Li's face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
He stared fixedly at Gu Han, as if looking at a demon from Hell.
He had thought he was well-prepared, setting up a net of heaven and earth, but he never expected Gu Han to be this strong, strong beyond all his imagination.
"You... you..."
Chu Li pointed at Gu Han, his lips trembling, unable to say a word for a long time.
Gu Han walked slowly toward Chu Li, his long saber dripping blood, every step carrying a cold murderous intent.
"Your Highness the Second Prince, now, do you still think strength is not the only thing that matters?"
Gu Han's voice was calm, yet it made Chu Li feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He retreated abruptly, bumping into the table behind him, making a "clatter" sound.
"Gu Tian! You cannot kill me!"
Chu Li roared in terror, his voice tinged with hysteria.
"I am a prince; if you kill me, the Emperor will never let you go."
"The entire Great Chu will hunt you down."
"My maternal clan will not let you go either."
A mocking smile hooked the corner of Gu Han's mouth, and he thrust his long saber forward, the tip almost touching Chu Li's throat.
The cold murderous intent was like a maggot on a tarsal bone, instantly invading Chu Li's body, making his entire body stiffen.
"Your Highness, do you know fear now?"
Gu Han's voice was like a blade quenched in ice, slicing through the last shred of Chu Li's feigned dignity.
"If you had known this would happen, why did you act so back then!"
The blade advanced another inch; a bloodstain had already seeped out on Chu Li's throat, and scarlet blood beads slowly slid down the blade.
The shadow of death enveloped him, making him feel unprecedented fear.
"Commander, wait!"
Just as Gu Han was about to swing his saber down, a hurried and firm voice rang out suddenly.
Chu Ming rushed forward abruptly, falling to the ground, his forehead hitting the bluestone floor heavily, making a dull sound.
"Sir, please reconsider."
"The Second Prince is the biological son of His Majesty; if he falls here tonight—"
"The capital will surely be stirred into a monstrous wave, and when that time comes, His Majesty will be furious."
"The entire Zhenwu Division and even you, Sir, will be unable to bear it."
Chu Ming's voice was tinged with some anxiety, but more of a calmness after careful consideration.
He raised his head abruptly; although there was fear in his eyes, there was more concern for Gu Han.
"Tonight's events were indeed brought upon himself by Your Highness the Second Prince."
"But he is a prince after all; one move affects the whole situation."
"If you kill him, Sir, not only will it invite His Majesty's thunderous wrath, but it will also give other princes an opportunity to push you, Sir, to the forefront of the storm."
He panted and continued, "At that time, with forces from all sides pressing in, even if you, Sir, have the ability to turn the world upside down, I fear you will find it hard to protect yourself."
"It might even completely cut off the possibility of you, Sir, establishing a foothold in the capital."
Gu Han heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his hand holding the saber paused in mid-air.
His gaze fell on Chu Ming, a flash of complexity in his eyes.
This kid was more capable of assessing the situation than he had imagined.
He took a deep breath, and the murderous intent on the blade gradually converged.
But that suffocating pressure still made Chu Li feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Gu Han sneered and took a meaningful look at Chu Ming.
Chu Ming did not hesitate at all and kowtowed again, his forehead already scraped raw.
Gu Han could feel the sincerity in Chu Ming's words, as well as the determination to go through fire and water for him.
It must be said that Chu Ming's words did indeed make him fall into deep thought.
Killing a prince was not an easy task.
Even with his strong strength, he could not be an enemy of the entire Great Chu Imperial Family.
Tonight's events, although he had the upper hand, if he really killed Chu Li, the subsequent trouble would be a hundred times more complex than he imagined.
"Still not strong enough!"
Thinking of this, a faint cold smile hooked the corner of Gu Han's mouth.
He slowly withdrew his long saber, the blade flashing with a cold, ghostly light in the night.
"Your Highness the Second Prince, keep your life for tonight."
Gu Han's voice was calm, yet it made Chu Li feel as if he had been granted an amnesty, his whole body going limp, collapsing to the ground.
He gasped for breath, his eyes filled not only with the relief of surviving a disaster but also with boundless hatred for Gu Han.
"However!"
Gu Han changed the subject, his voice rising sharply.
"Although I will not take your life tonight, since you are so ignorant of what is good for you, This Gu's saber can still cut."
His figure flickered, fast as lightning, appearing instantly before the collapsed Chu Li.
Chu Li's pupils shrank, and before he could react, Gu Han's sole had already slammed onto his chest.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking rang clearly in the hall.
Chu Li let out a shrill scream, his chest instantly collapsing, his internal organs in excruciating pain, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining the bluestone floor beneath him red.
Gu Han's sole ground into his chest, Heavenly Prison True Qi invading his Meridians like a maggot on a tarsal bone, instantly sealing his cultivation.
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