Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 799 - 798: Once Again, the Seven Swords Technique!

Chapter 799: Chapter 798: Once Again, the Seven Swords Technique!

The words came out of Su Han’s mouth as though they were a trivial matter.

Yet in the eyes of others, it only seemed even more arrogant.

Unafraid of him, and even threatening to kill him?

A mere Dragon God Realm Early Stage cultivator daring to think of killing a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert?

That was utter nonsense!

Even Nangong Chenfeng and the Eastern Ancestor furrowed their brows deeply at Su Han’s arrogance.

"If you wish to die, don’t stop him!"

Wang Mo shouted, "Nangong Chenfeng, Ye Lingchen, who are you to Su Han? What right do you have to shield him? Can you protect him for a moment and protect him for a lifetime? For someone so arrogantly self-absorbed, the only way is to suppress him in shocking fashion—there’s no other method!"

"The two seniors may retreat for now, I, Su, will remember your goodwill."

Su Han sighed helplessly, pondered briefly, and then added, "Let’s just treat it as Su learning to comprehend the strength of a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert. At worst, when I’m truly about to die, both seniors can intervene and save me."

"You..."

Nangong Chenfeng furrowed his brow. After a moment, he sighed helplessly, "Fine, what you said is not wrong. Treat it as experiencing what it’s like to fight a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert. But let me warn you, a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert is absolutely not as simple as you imagine. I’ll be watching from not too far away. The moment you’re in danger, I’ll step in immediately."

"Alright," Su Han nodded.

"Then, this old man has nothing more to say."

The Eastern Ancestor shook his head, his figure flickering as he returned to the battleship.

Seeing them retreat, Su Han let out a wry smile, then raised his head and looked at Wang Mo.

"Weren’t you planning to kill me? Here’s your chance."

"Su Baliu, mark my words: if you die today, it’s all your own doing!" Wang Mo snorted coldly.

If his initial anger stemmed from Su Han slaughtering the Wang Family’s descendants, his current rage was largely because Su Han had completely disregarded him.

What a joke. A dignified Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert, someone even Dragon Emperor Realm cultivators feared to some degree, being challenged by a mere Peak Dragon God Realm junior? Preposterous!

"You talk too much nonsense."

Su Han frowned slightly. "Hurry up. I still have to participate in the next round of the arena competition."

"Since you’re so eager to die, this old man shall grant your wish!"

Without hesitation, Wang Mo made his move. As his steps landed, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Su Han.

His fist enlarged rapidly in Su Han’s pupils, completely filling Su Han’s vision in an instant.

"Protect the Sect Master!" Liuyun shouted immediately.

"Fall back, all of you!"

Su Han bellowed, and at this moment, the power of his flesh and the power of his cultivation merged directly, with magic power also instantly fusing into the mix.

"Boom!"

With this fusion, Su Han’s aura began to surge at an indescribable speed.

At the same time, he tapped lightly on the void with his foot. It looked extremely simple, yet the void beneath his foot cracked with a bang. The black hole began to expand rapidly, spreading outward like a vortex, shattering layer upon layer!

"Hmm?"

Countless onlookers had their pupils shrink and their faces filled with shock.

They saw it clearly—Su Han had merely tapped lightly on the void, yet that single action unleashed an overwhelming power that shattered the void entirely!

"Ji Fengyun’s cultivation base is at the Peak Dragon God Realm, but he can challenge a Late Pseudo-Emperor Realm fighter. And you... how strong can you possibly be?"

Su Han narrowed his eyes. As Wang Mo’s fist grew larger in his vision, he flipped his hand, summoning the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade.

He knew Wang Mo harbored immense hatred toward him and would certainly hold nothing back, attacking with all his might to kill him outright without the slightest reservation.

And with his current cultivation base, facing a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm expert would indeed be a struggle.

Fortunately, he was no ordinary Su Han; he was the Ancient Demon Dragon Emperor from the Holy Domain, who had once sat high above the starry sky, making the Ten Thousand Clans bow, and the Eight Directions tremble!

"Seven Swords Technique!"

Su Han swung the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade sharply, unleashing the Seven Swords Technique that had once razed the Heavenly Mountain in the Ruyi Sect!

Back then, with the Seven Swords, Su Han had destroyed the Heavenly Mountain and shattered the Sect Guardian Light Barrier of the Ruyi Sect. Now, having advanced to the Dragon God Realm, his cultivation had surged dramatically. With close to a hundred thousand Dao Primordial Spirits, he had cultivated his first Dragon Spirit. His power had grown immeasurably. Using the Seven Swords Technique now would surely be even more earth-shattering than before.

"One Sword to Destroy the Soul!"

Su Han’s cold voice rang out as he swung the blade. A swath of dark light expanded three thousand feet, and an overwhelming sword light condensed on the spot, slicing through the void and heading straight for Wang Mo.

"Boom!"

An indescribable aura burst out, and an awe-inspiring sharpness swept downward. The sword light seemed to tear through the sky itself, filling everyone’s field of vision completely.

Even Wang Mo’s pupils contracted in disbelief at this moment.

But he did not care. In his view, Su Han had realized he was no match for him and thus launched his strongest technique right from the start.

As long as he crushed it, Su Han would inevitably fall!

"Break!"

Suddenly, Su Han’s shout rang out.

The sword light slashed down fiercely, colliding solidly with Wang Mo’s fist.

In that instant, Wang Mo’s fist exploded with a thunderous roar, and Su Han’s three-thousand-foot sword light trembled slightly, then dissipated into black mist, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

"What?!"

"That Su Baliu could actually contend with Wang Family’s Mo Ancestor?"

"Bah, he’s probably just a spent force now. I can tell that Su Baliu’s strike was formidable, terrifyingly so, capable of matching the terrifying strength of the Peak Pseudo-Emperor expert Wang Mo. But such a secret technique can’t be used repeatedly and must come with huge energy consumption and side effects. Just wait—Su Baliu will fall before long."

"Even so, that was exceptionally mighty. That one slash, I reckon, could not be defended against by even someone at the Early Pseudo-Emperor Realm, right?"

"A Dragon God Realm Early Stage cultivator capable of killing an Early Pseudo-Emperor... This Su Baliu truly is a freak!"

"I really wonder where he got such overwhelming fortune, achieving such cultivation before the age of thirty."

"If he’s this strong at Dragon God Realm Early Stage, what about Mid Stage? Late Stage? Or even... the Dragon Emperor Realm?"

The crowd marveled, collectively drawing sharp breaths.

At the same time, Wang Mo’s laughter echoed loudly.

"Su Baliu, that slash of yours must have consumed a great deal of your energy, right? I can tell you, that punch of mine earlier was just an ordinary punch!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As his words fell, Wang Mo attacked again, unleashing seven punches in an instant, each one much stronger than the previous.