Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 1032 - 1031: You lost!

"Crack!"

As the two clashed, the sound of shattering could be heard from the void. In a battle of this magnitude, the space seemed like a thin sheet of paper, easily torn apart.

Yet, countless gazes below were not on this void but on that fist and the sword light.

The sword light was not the real body but an illusion, condensed by the power of Nan Hong’s cultivation base.

The fist was real, along with Su Han’s figure, both simultaneously beneath that sword light. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

At a glance, the sword light spanned a full five thousand feet, crossing the void. Su Han standing under it looked like an ant defying the heavens, overestimating his strength.

However, this scene shocked the hearts of countless disciples of the One Slash Palace.

Whether on the Personal Disciple Mountain, or among the pinnacle disciples, inner sect disciples, and outer sect disciples, at this moment, all could see through the torn clouds, Su Han with one punch, directly smashing the five thousand feet long sword light into fragments!

"Hiss!!!"

The sound of many people drawing a sharp breath echoed at this moment. Everyone could feel the terror within that sword light; though only five thousand feet, it was the first slash of the Moon-Watching Three Blades, several times more formidable than the previous blade light of ten thousand feet unleashed by Nan Hong.

Yet in Su Han’s hands, it seemed no matter how big or how strong that sword light was, he could shatter it with a single punch!

This was not an illusion but reality!

For the scene that followed once again shook these disciples’ gazes and hearts fiercely.

Seeing the sword light of the first slash collapse, the second slash followed closely, and Su Han did not prepare at all. He still punched forward, that momentum, pressing forward with indomitable will!

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The second collision occurred, with two sounds coming - the first at the moment of collision, the second... when the sword light shattered!

The second slash was still as fragile as thin paper!

"This... so powerful?!!!"

"Su Zun! Su Zun!!!"

"I never thought he could match the word ’Zun,’ but now it seems... he indeed has that qualification."

"Ridiculous that I once thought I could fight him, truly a pipe dream."

"Boom!"

As everyone discussed with wry smiles, Su Han launched yet another punch, striking at the third slash, a sword light a full fifty thousand feet long.

This time, the impact of that sword light shook heavily but did not collapse directly.

And Su Han’s figure seemed to be shaken by the tremendous impact of the sword light at the moment of collision, stepping back a pace.

Everyone held their breath, eyes unblinking as they watched the void, even halting their breathing, as if afraid to miss this spectacular scene.

Su Han indeed stepped back a pace, but only one!

After this step, the corner of Su Han’s mouth lifted as he laughed heartily: "Hahaha, if it always had such power, then it would be qualified to fight me!"

After laughing, Su Han stepped forward fiercely, and on the punch that had already been thrown, it seemed countless new forces suddenly were added. This force acted upon the sword light, and the fifty thousand feet long sword light exploded in the sky with a boom!

In that instant, the entire audience was silent.

In that instant, a pin could be heard falling in the whole venue.

In that instant, silence reigned, even the sound of breathing did not appear!

All those shocking, horrified, and incredulous discussions no longer appeared. Everyone was stunned on the spot, their eyes wide, watching Su Han with only one intense burn in their gaze.

Crushing, utterly crushing!

Su Han’s fist, just like his previous momentum, smashed down with overwhelming force, unstoppable!

And he indeed managed it.

The Moon-Watching Three Blades was Nan Hong’s renowned sword technique, connected deeply with his mind and spirit. Each blade’s collapse caused him to spit large mouthfuls of blood, especially the third blade’s collapse, which struck him like a heavy blow, his face ashen, and he retreated a full hundred meters before stopping.

Clearing the clouds to see the sun and moon, now looking up again, in the clear void, only Su Han’s white-clad figure stood upright, as the wind blew, his hair fluttered, whistling and moving.

For a moment, the disciples of the One Slash Palace suddenly understood why the people of the Phoenix Sect hailed Su Han as a divine spirit.

At that instant, even they felt an impulse to kneel down, bowing their heads in submission to Su Han.

Strong! Too strong! Strength that defies description!

Nan Hong was the direct disciple of Nangong Duanchen, ranking second among the thirty million disciples of the entire One Slash Palace!

Although he was a disciple, his cultivation base had already surpassed the Dragon God Realm. Given more time and resources, with his talent, he would surely break through to the Dragon Emperor Realm!

Even if he couldn’t open up an Imperial Domain, he was still at the Dragon Emperor Realm, vastly different from the Pseudo-Emperor Realm.

In the One Slash Palace, Nan Hong might be a disciple, but on the Dragon Martial Continent, he was undeniably a strong figure!

But even such a strong figure, with all his cards out and cultivation dispersed, was still crushed like an ant in the hands of Su Han!

It’s not that Nan Hong was too weak but that Su Han was too strong!

"This is Su Zun..."

Someone spoke, mumbling to themselves, with a gaze full of passion, even rising with a desire to join the Phoenix Sect and follow Su Han forever.

However, this was after all just an impulse. No one was foolish; they understood that while Su Han was strong, sweeping the Dragon God Realm didn’t mean he could dominate the Dragon Emperor Realm too.

On the current Dragon Martial Continent, the Dragon Emperor was revered. Su Han’s strength, if brought to the Dragon Martial Continent, would likely be suppressed by many people.

Their thoughts, Su Han did not know, nor did he want to know.

After shattering Nan Hong’s third slash, the smile at the corner of Su Han’s mouth grew more potent, and his figure flickered, heading straight for Nan Hong.

"You’ve lost."

Su Han spoke plainly, "You wanted a proper battle with me, and I fulfilled that wish. Now that you’ve lost, you must fulfill your promise—to kneel before me, bow your head, and apologize. I can spare your cultivation base, but your brother must be crippled. After all, you said it yourself. A true man keeps his word, and I warned him before if he delayed for three breaths, he would lose a limb, so I must follow through."

Upon hearing this, Nan Qing’s face changed drastically, quickly casting a pleading glance at Nan Hong.

At this moment, he had lost all desire to battle Su Han, no longer thinking he could compare to Su Han. He deeply regretted how his words became his downfall, offending absolutely the wrong person!

In terms of bearing grudges, perhaps none were more so than Su Han!

And the surrounding disciples also looked at Nan Qing with sympathy. Nan Qing’s reputation on Disciple Mountain was never good, but with the fear of his power and talent, along with Nan Hong, his fearsome brother, few dared offend him.

Now that Nan Qing was about to be crippled by Su Han, they wouldn’t intervene, for provoking Su Han was more trouble than it was worth.

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