165: Chapter 165 One Strike Instantly Kills a Peak Celestial Being

"Mortal World Slash!"

Gu Han let out a low shout.

His figure moved like lightning, and a saber light suddenly appeared in his palm.

It was not the cold glint of an ordinary blade, but a black stream of light purely condensed from Heavenly Prison True Qi.

In his hand, that stream of light transformed into a black line spanning the heavens and earth, instantly tearing through the morning mist and striking straight at the Withered Old Man's glabella.

"Running dog, you seek death!"

The blood-red light in the Withered Old Man's eyes surged violently.

He never expected that Gu Han would be so arrogant as to attempt to face a Peak Heavenly Human Realm expert with bare hands.

He roared, and his entire body's blood Qi exploded, transforming into a torrent of blood-red energy as he slammed his bone scepter forward.

Rumble!

The blood-red torrent and the black saber light collided violently in mid-air; there was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull tearing sound.

That seemingly majestic torrent of blood Qi was like paper before Gu Han's black saber light; it was instantly sliced open and turned into a sky full of blood mist.

The black saber light continued unabated, aiming straight for the old man's face.

The Withered Old Man's pupils constricted, and a look of horror spread across his face.

His prized Blood God Cult secret technique was actually torn apart so easily by Gu Han? What kind of monster was this kid?!

In the moment of crisis, the old man's figure suddenly retreated violently.

At the same time, he swept his bone scepter out horizontally, stirring up a storm of blood and gore in an attempt to block Gu Han's offensive.

However, Gu Han's saber was as fast as thunder.

Just when the Withered Old Man thought he had dodged that saber strike from Gu Han.

That saber had no traceable trajectory; it was as if only that streak of black remained between heaven and earth, and it instantly arrived before the Withered Old Man's eyes.

"This is impossible!"

The old man's pupils shrank violently; he didn't even have time to let out a cry of surprise.

The black saber light had already mercilessly sliced through his glabella.

There was no blood splashing, no screams echoing.

The Withered Old Man's body was like a statue frozen in mid-air.

His eyes were wide open, filled with incredulous fear and astonishment.

The next instant, his body began to crumble inch by inch, turning into countless tiny specks of blood-red light.

They dissipated into nothingness in the morning light, and along with them, his prized bone scepter also vanished.

【Slaying a sinful person, plundering fifty-five remnants of fate】

Gu Han stood with his saber sheathed, the black stream of light in his palm slowly dissipating.

A bloodthirsty curve formed at the corners of his lips, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This was the power of the Mortal World Slash—a single strike to end a life, leaving no room for anything else.

This was not a simple Saber Technique.

It used Heavenly Prison True Qi as a guide to connect with the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, severing vitality and obliterating all Karma.

"Too weak."

Gu Han whispered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of unfinished intent.

He had originally thought this old dog at the Peak Heavenly Human Realm could last a few more moves, but he hadn't expected him to fail to even take a single strike.

But at the same time, he also gained a clearer understanding of his own strength.

The Perfection of the Heavenly Prison Scripture and the solidification of the Azure Dragon Dharma Idol had brought his combat power to an unprecedented height.

At this moment, Gu Han glanced at the text that floated by.

His mood instantly soured.

"What the Hell!"

"He's at least a Peak Heavenly Human Realm Martial Artist."

"Only this many remnants of fate?"

Gu Han couldn't help but suspect that the System had embezzled some.

But what he didn't know was.

The Withered Old Man's cultivation was merely forcibly elevated by the Blood God Cult using secret methods.

It was not something he had gained through proper Cultivation.

The Blood God Cult relied on secret methods to Cultivate these people without much effort.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Blood God Cult Heavenly Human Realm Martial Artists appearing in the capital.

At this moment, following the fall of the Withered Old Man, the remnants of the Blood God Cult instantly fell into a panic.

Looking at Gu Han's figure, which was like a demon god, their eyes were filled with despair.

Their leader had been killed in a single strike, which completely shattered their psychological defenses.

"Run!"

Someone let out a scream, and the Blood God Cultists who had been resisting immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

"Leave a few survivors."

"As for the rest, leave none alive."

Gu Han's voice was like a death sentence, cold and ruthless.

Over a thousand Zhenwu Guards lunged like hungry tigers, instantly engulfing those Blood God Cultists who were attempting to flee.

Saber lights and sword shadows flashed, and screams rang out continuously.

The once desolate and eerie righteous cemetery was transformed into a shura field at this moment.

The smell of blood permeated the air, but it was cleansed by an invisible righteous aura.

Gu Han watched the Zhenwu Guards fight, occasionally delivering finishing blows.

The remnants of fate he plundered kept rising rapidly.

Soon, the sounds of fighting inside and outside the righteous cemetery gradually subsided.

The remnants of the Blood God Cult were all wiped out, with none escaping.

Except for a few survivors.

The Zhenwu Guards stood with their weapons sheathed; although exhausted, everyone's eyes were filled with excitement and fanaticism.

The way they looked at Gu Han was filled with even more awe and worship.

Gu Han scanned the surroundings, his cold gaze sweeping over the scene of devastation.

"Take stock of the spoils and clean up the battlefield."

"As for all the Blood God Cult Secret Manuals and weapons discovered, submit a portion to the Zhenwu Division."

"And keep a portion for yourselves."

"This Commander saw nothing."

"Bring those survivors over."

A hint of a smile hung on the corners of Gu Han's lips as he spoke to everyone.

He knew that relying solely on force could only make people fear you.

Only by offering some benefits could one make people work for them diligently.

Hearing Gu Han say this, the Zhenwu Guards were overjoyed.

After all, they were very happy to have this extra income.

"As you command, Commander!"

Chu Ming led the elites of the Xuan Division and Wu Division, and they acknowledged the order in unison.

Their voices were loud and resonant.

Gu Han's command exploded like a thunderclap, shocking all the Blood God Cultists who had luckily survived.

They were tightly held by the elites of the Zhenwu Guard and forced to kneel on the ground.

Mixed with blood and sweat, they looked wretched in the morning light.

"Commander, these survivors are very tight-lipped. Shall I use some methods?"

Chu Ming, carrying a blood-stained long saber, walked to Gu Han's side, a fierce light flickering in his eyes.

Gu Han glanced contemptuously at those tight-lipped Blood God Cultists.

Although they were kneeling on the ground.

Their eyes revealed a kind of madness that would rather die than submit, as if they had long since disregarded life and death.

He sneered and shook his head.

"No need."

He paced slowly, coming to a stop in front of one of the Blood God Cultists.

That person was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, a mocking sneer hanging on his lips, ridiculing Gu Han's ignorance.

"We are all devout believers of the Blood God Cult."

"We have long since disregarded life and death."

"You running dogs, you bastards, don't even think about getting anything from our mouths."

A hoarse growl came from the middle-aged man's throat, his eyes filled with madness.

The curve at the corners of Gu Han's lips became increasingly cold.

He reached out his right hand, his five fingers hooked like claws, and slammed them toward the top of the middle-aged man's head.

"I just happen to like brave men like you."

"I hope you won't beg for mercy later."

Gu Han's right hand was like a red-hot branding iron, emitting a scalding and dangerous aura.

He ignored the middle-aged man's provocation; the True Qi in his palm condensed into fine threads, instantly wrapping around the man's skull.

"You like being tight-lipped, is that it?"

A playful, cold light flashed in Gu Han's deep eyes.

He suddenly clenched his five fingers, and the True Qi threads tightened abruptly.

"Ah!"

The middle-aged man instantly let out a shrill scream, hoarse and desperate, like an evil ghost in Hell wailing.

His scalp was torn raw, leaving his flesh mangled.

But that True Qi precisely avoided his brain matter, only tearing at his nerves.

This was a torture a hundred times more painful than direct death.