At this moment, Han Zhen, who was lying on the ground, felt a wave of bitterness and despair as he watched the charging Zhao family elites.
He shook his head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Senior Su saving Ling'er and Yu'er was already a monumental favor.
She was merely a passerby, so how could she possibly provoke a peak Fourth Realm cultivator for the sake of the Han family?
To think he had actually hoped their benefactor would save the Han family; he was truly muddled to the extreme.
“Senior Su must absolutely not be dragged into this...”
A flash of resolve crossed Han Zhen's eyes. He abruptly pushed himself up, shoved his two daughters behind him fiercely toward the backyard, and roared hoarsely:
“Ling'er! Yu'er! Take the remaining clansmen and run! Go to the Cangji Mountain Range and find the Grand Elder! Escape, as many of you as can!”
“And tell Senior Su not to return to Luochuan City!”
With that, Han Zhen spat a mouthful of essence blood onto his long saber. Carrying a resolve to die, he resolutely charged toward the Zhao family crowd and the Fourth Realm immortal master!
“Father!”
Han Yu cried out in heartbreak, while Han Qingling's eyes were also red and filled with tears.
But Han Qingling knew that now was absolutely not the time to act on emotion.
Gritting her teeth, she slapped Han Yu's shoulder. “Go! Do as Father says, go quickly!”
The two sisters wiped away their tears, shielded several wounded young clansmen, and desperately retreated toward the backyard.
At this moment, many of Luochuan City's martial artists and scouts from various factions had already gathered on the high buildings and rooftops surrounding the Han residence.
Looking down at the tragic scene inside the Han residence, they all shook their heads, sighed, and whispered among themselves.
“The Han family is completely finished.”
“That is a peak Fourth Realm cultivator! Flying, tunneling, and manipulating spells... even if ten Fifth Realm martial artists came, they wouldn't be enough for him to crush with a single finger.”
“Now that the Zhao family has secured such a powerful backer, I'm afraid Luochuan City will have to change its surname to Zhao from now on...”
“It's a pity for the Han family's two exceptionally graceful young mistresses. I'm afraid they will meet a very tragic end today.”
Just as everyone thought the Han family was destined to be annihilated today...
Outside Luochuan City, at the exit of the Cangji Mountain Range.
Su Yueli and Han Changqing had just stepped out of the mountain forest.
Su Yueli raised her eyes to look toward the city. She saw a plume of black smoke billowing up, and she could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and shouting.
Beside her, Han Changqing's face instantly paled, and cold sweat poured down. “Oh no! Something has happened in the city! It's in the direction of the Han residence!”
He hurriedly turned and bowed deeply to Su Yueli, extremely anxious. “Your Excellency, please excuse this old man. The Han family is facing a disaster, I must rush back!”
Su Yueli pursed her lips slightly.
Although she was cold by nature and disliked meddling in others' business, the Han family had at least guided her, allowing her to successfully obtain the Earth Meridian Fiend Astral Essence.
If the Han family was destroyed just like that, she wouldn't feel comfortable either.
“Save the chatter.”
Su Yueli spoke calmly, reaching out to grab the back of Han Changqing's collar.
In the next instant, she lifted her foot and took a step forward.
Han Changqing only felt the surrounding world violently distort in an instant, the howling of the wind roaring in his ears.
Before he could even adjust his breathing, his vision cleared again. What his feet stepped on was no longer the dirt of the mountain path, but the collapsed main gates of the Han residence!
A single step!
A distance of nearly ten miles from the Cangji Mountain Range to the center of Luochuan City had actually been covered in just one step!
Han Changqing was completely dumbfounded, his mind a total blank.
This... what kind of immortal method was this?!
“Grand Elder?!”
Han Qingling and Han Yu, who were about to flee, suddenly stopped in their tracks. Seeing the two figures appearing out of thin air outside the gate, their beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief and wild joy.
“Sister Su! Grand Elder! You're back!” Han Yu cried out in tearful joy.
The spectating martial artists on the distant rooftops also gasped, rubbing their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.
“How did these two appear out of thin air?!”
“That's the Han family's Grand Elder! And that blue-robed woman!”
In the center of the battlefield, Su Yueli let go of Han Changqing's collar and calmly scanned the tragic scene in the courtyard.
Severed limbs and wreckage littered the ground, a pungent stench of blood filled the air, and Han Zhen lay collapsed in a pool of blood, his chest caved in and on the verge of death.
Looking at this scene, Su Yueli gently shook her head, her heart completely untroubled.
Having lived for too many years, she had seen far too many plays of the strong devouring the weak and clans being exterminated.
This world was inherently cruel; without strength, one's life and death were entirely at the mercy of others.
At this moment, the peak Fourth Realm Taoist hovering in midair slowly turned his head.
When his gaze fell upon Su Yueli, a strong flash of amazement and greed instantly crossed his eyes.
Although the woman before him wore an elegant, light blue robe, her exquisite face and the red mole at the corner of her eye were simply more moving than all the female cultivators he had ever seen in the cultivation world.
“Are you the mundane woman who killed my disciple?”
The Taoist looked down upon Su Yueli from his high position, his lips curving into a sinister arc. “Your hands are quite quick, but seeing as you have such top-tier looks, I can give you a chance. As long as you obediently surrender and become my concubine...”
As he spoke, the Taoist conceitedly extended a giant hand condensed from spiritual magic, blotting out the sky as it clawed toward Su Yueli!
Su Yueli's brow furrowed slightly.
Too many words. It was somewhat annoying.
She raised her hand and slapped toward the Taoist in midair.
This slap seemed completely devoid of power, not even causing the slightest ripple of spiritual energy.
Boom!
In the next instant, a shockwave of physical strength violently exploded!
The giant magic hand in midair was instantly annihilated, and that high-and-mighty peak Fourth Realm cultivator exploded into a dense mist of blood out of thin air right before everyone's eyes!
Bones, flesh, internal organs, and even the spiritual energy within his body were ground into dust in an instant by that pure, ultimate destructive power!
A rain of blood showered down onto the courtyard, silent and still.
Su Yueli withdrew her hand. Looking at the blood mist in the air, a hint of surprise flickered in her beautiful eyes.
“Hmm? Did a magic treasure flee? No...”
“It seems he died instantly.”
Su Yueli shook her head, somewhat speechless.
This cultivator looked so fierce and aggressive, yet how was his body as fragile as paper? She hadn't even used ten percent of her strength, and he had shattered directly.
The scene fell into a dead silence.
Whether it was the Zhao family elites, the hundreds of martial artists spectating from the distant rooftops, or the Han sisters, everyone at this moment seemed to have been immobilized, their expressions completely petrified.
A single slap... exploded a peak Fourth Realm immortal master who could fly and tunnel through the earth?!
What kind of monster was this?!
The Zhao family patriarch's face instantly turned deathly pale as an unprecedented aura of death rushed toward him!
Almost out of pure survival instinct, the Zhao family patriarch pounced on Han Zhen on the ground, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up.
“Stop! You stop right there!”
With bloodshot eyes, he threatened, “Take one step, and I'll snap his neck instantly! I'll make him die with me!”
Han Zhen, choked by the neck, gasped with difficulty. His face was purplish-red, but he still gritted his teeth and roared, “Senior... do not mind me! Kill this old scoundrel!”
“Father!!” Han Qingling and Han Yu cried out, sobbing.
The Zhao family patriarch gripped Han Zhen tightly, using him as a shield in front of himself. He stared at Su Yueli as if clutching his final life-saving straw.
Watching this, Su Yueli's beautiful brows knitted together, and a wave of displeasure rose in her heart.
What she hated most was being threatened.
“You're holding him. Why should I stop?”
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