Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 803 - 802 Yuani Ling’s Killing Intent

Nangong Chenfeng would undoubtedly guess that Su Han, being overly conspicuous, would surely provoke murderous intent from Yuani Ling and others—Su Han was no less aware of this himself.

However, Su Han did not know when this murderous intent would truly arrive.

For future crises, Su Han would surely make adequate preparations; thus, he was unwilling to expose all of his power.

If faced with the Dragon Emperor Realm at this moment, Su Han wouldn’t stand a chance—unless he could condense another avatar, in which case he might possess enough strength to contend, if not guaranteed victory, at least maintaining an undefeated stance.

But for now, without revealing his true strength, Su Han was still more than enough to defeat Wang Mo.

"The attacks you’re unleashing now—they’re no longer your ordinary strength, are they?"

Su Han stared at Wang Mo, speaking with disdain, ridicule, and scorn embedded in his tone, causing Wang Mo’s face to darken further and further.

Earlier, Wang Mo had claimed that whether it was his first punch or the seven punches, they merely represented his ordinary strength. The implication was clear: even with normal attacks, he could still kill Su Han.

Yet now, Wang Mo had resorted to using Dragon Techniques, Holy Spirit-level offensive and defensive equipment, and even unleashed a Divine Stone, narrowly escaping death.

Recalling his prior words, even Wang Mo himself felt mocked.

"And I... still have Four Swords."

Su Han spoke again, with a calm tone, yet the words made Wang Mo’s face drastically change.

Su Han’s Three Swords—each more powerful than the last, their potency increasing exponentially. If what he said was true, that he still had Four Swords, then the strength of the fourth sword would surely reach an unimaginable level.

"I am at the Peak of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm. He is merely at the Early Stage of the Dragon God Realm. I won’t lose!" Wang Mo roared inwardly.

At that very moment of his inward shouting, Su Han made his move again.

He wasn’t lying—he indeed had Four Swords, and the one he was about to unleash now was precisely the Fourth Sword.

"Four Swords Move the Heart!" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Su Han’s voice at this moment resounded with a humming echo that spread in all directions, like the descent of a celestial god, causing the entire world to reverberate.

The Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade swung forth, tearing through the heavens and sweeping across the void. Wherever it passed, black fissures engulfed everything—the void shattered like glass, fragile beyond imagination.

"Swish!"

The saber qi of the Fourth Sword surged skyward!

Its blade cut an arc fifteen thousand zhang in size!

The eye could no longer track the tip of this blade—one could only perceive the all-encompassing, indescribable black mist shrinking rapidly into a colossal trajectory, heading straight for Wang Mo.

Not only Wang Mo—even those observing from the sides felt their spirits tremble, their thoughts clouded, as if dazed and disoriented.

As for the Dragon Emperor Realm experts, such as Yuani Ling, their minds couldn’t help but entertain the thought—if they were the ones standing in Wang Mo’s place, would they be able to withstand this blade?

The verdict was... yes.

But the conclusion didn’t comfort them at all. For Su Han’s cultivation base was merely at the Early Stage of the Dragon God Realm. If he reached Mid-Stage, could they still withstand this blade?

If he advanced to Late Stage, could they survive the blade then?

And if he reached the Peak of the Dragon God Realm? Or even the Dragon Emperor Realm?

Even if Su Han were incredibly unfortunate and failed to breach into the Dragon Emperor Realm but entered the Pseudo-Emperor Realm instead, his strength would still transform dramatically. At that point, could anyone stop such a blade?

At that time, the answer would no longer be so simple—it would be shrouded in uncertainty.

What’s more, given Su Han’s talent and potential, no one doubted his ability to eventually ascend to the Dragon Emperor Realm.

Back then, Ji Fengyun had been hailed as a prodigy—a freak capable of slaughtering those at the Early Pseudo-Emperor Realm while being only at the Dragon God Realm. Everyone believed his breakthrough into the Dragon Emperor Realm would be a breeze.

Yet when compared to Ji Fengyun, Su Han was clearly stronger. The likelihood of Su Han reaching the Dragon Emperor Realm was even greater!

And thus...

"He must die!!!"

This was the only thought echoing in the hearts of Yuani Ling, Moo Qinghai, Han Yunlai, and the others at the moment.

They would never allow Su Han to grow further—not even an inch. They wouldn’t permit it!

For an Early Stage Dragon God Realm cultivator to crush those at the Peak of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm—who could say what would happen once he reached the Mid Stage of the Dragon God Realm? Would he gain the strength to confront Dragon Emperor Realm experts?

No one could know for sure, but Yuani Ling and the others wouldn’t take the risk. Now was the best chance to eliminate Su Han, and they wouldn’t let it slip away!

They had already laid the groundwork for an unprecedented assassination, awaiting the conclusion of this Sect Grand Competition.

At that moment, they planned to deal Su Han a fatal blow!

"Even if you truly possess Four Swords, those Four Swords should be your limit..."

Yuani Ling spoke in a cold, low tone: "And with such limits, you won’t escape the grasp of us old men. Your path as a Dragon Martial practitioner ends here. In your next life, remember—do not be so arrogant!"

His words, Su Han couldn’t hear. Yuani Ling would ensure Su Han wouldn’t hear.

At this moment, Su Han’s fifteen-thousand-zhang saber qi of unrivaled might was sweeping down, aiming straight for Wang Mo.

Wang Mo’s face turned ashen. From this saber qi, he could perceive the inevitability—it didn’t matter what technique or defense he utilized; nothing could withstand this blade!

Perhaps Earth Nether-level defensive equipment could save him, or perhaps if he broke through to the Dragon Emperor Realm, he might counter Su Han’s blade.

But clearly, none of this was possible. He didn’t possess Earth Nether-level equipment, and achieving the Dragon Emperor Realm was hopeless for him. If he could break through, he wouldn’t have remained in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm!

"Wang Family descendants, unleash the Dragon-Slaying Blade through our bloodline!!" Wang Mo suddenly roared.

The Wang Family members had been prepared for this—the Dragon-Slaying Blade was their most powerful Dragon Technique.

"Splat, splat, splat..."

The thousands of Wang Family descendants present immediately followed suit. Without hesitation, they struck their chests, spitting out large mouthfuls of fresh blood.

The blood quickly condensed into a mist within the void, exuding a thick, pungent smell of iron.

The mist churned as Wang Mo pointed his finger, instantly condensing into a blood-red long knife, also fifteen thousand zhang in size.

This was the Dragon-Slaying Blade!

"Su Baliu, you have Four Swords, but I still have four usages of the Dragon-Slaying Blade!"

Wang Mo glared at Su Han, gritting his teeth: "I estimate your limit is merely those remaining Four Swords. If you can destroy the Dragon-Slaying Blade with those Four Swords, I’ll admit defeat. But if you fail... then don’t blame me for severing your head!"

"With the Wang Family bloodline and the strength of ten thousand Wang Family members, you cannot deny—you are no longer a match for my sect."

Su Han shook his head, his tone indifferent: "But if you think to challenge my sect with this Dragon-Slaying Blade, my sect will humor your attempt. However, I must remind you—your thousand Wang Family disciples on the arena also unleashed this Dragon-Slaying Blade. And in the end, my Phoenix Sect’s Starry Divine Guard obliterated them with just three Sword Arrays."