Becoming One?

Pang Yan's exaggerated smile froze on his face. He retreated at top speed, eyes wide with unwillingness.

"Madman!!!"

It was not just him. Every prodigy on the Human Ranking present stood dumbfounded, staring toward the center of the inner courtyard.

In an instant, not even Li Qingshan's bones remained.

At the spot, blazing radiance burned to its utmost, the dazzling light impossible to look at directly.

He opened with self-destruction—and did not even leave behind a scrap?

What... kind of fighting style was this?

"Just as expected of a Madman. He truly comes from the same bloodline!"

Han Shan's gaze turned icy. He raised his right hand, joined his fingers into a sword sign, and slashed downward.

Myriad beams of sword light descended from the sky, crashing toward the blazing radiance.

The swords fell like rain, incredibly fast, compressing the air until it seemed tangible before grinding it apart again and again.

The ringing of swords came one after another, deafening enough to shake the ears.

But it was still not fast enough!

Just as the myriad sword lights reached him, the blazing radiance abruptly vanished.

The Blood Ignition Sacred Art had reached perfection, increasing his combat strength a hundredfold.

His speed was too fast for anyone to catch.

Han Shan's pupils contracted as he abruptly rose to his feet.

"Martial Uncle!"

A shriek suddenly rang out. Han Shan...

was already gone.

A line of blood emerged from the middle of his body, running from bottom to top. His corpse split into two and crashed to the ground.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The White Tiger Pearl fell from his sleeve and rolled across the ground.

The inner courtyard and outer courtyard alike fell silent enough for a needle to be heard dropping.

Whether the gathered martial artists or the Human Ranking