"Fang Han, you wretch, you devil, you'll die a miserable death!" Feeling the weakness brought on by the Great Curse Art, the Demon-slaying Great Immortal immediately began cursing furiously.
"Whether I'll die a miserable death, I don't know. But I do know that the two of you will. Speaking of which, I should thank Chi Rongtian. Without him, it really would have been difficult to kill all of you. But now there's no problem. You joined Hua Tiandu in colluding with the Taiyi Sect, plotting to destroy the Yuhua Sect. After killing you, the Three Saints and Feng Baiyu will probably have to reward me."
"Fang Han, you..." Fang Han's words made Deng Ao, Sun Xihua, and the others spit out mouthfuls of blood. Yet they had to admit that Fang Han's reasoning made perfect sense. Under normal circumstances, even Fang Han would find it difficult to directly kill the Yuhua Sect's Supreme Elders. But with this excuse, things were different.
"Deng Ao, Sun Xihua, neither of you is even worthy of being converted by me. You have repeatedly insulted me, so I'll use your essence, blood, and flesh to feed the heavenly demons. Oh, and don't expect to die easily. Deng Ao, I told you long ago: offend me, Fang Han, and you'll die a miserable death. I always make good on my words. Hongyi, bring out the Aladdin Divine Lamp."
As he spoke, Fang Han smashed Deng Ao and Sun Xihua's bodies apart with a single palm strike. He then pulled two translucent phantoms from their shattered bodies—their soul imprints—and fused them into the flame of Princess Hongyi's top-grade Dao artifact, the Aladdin Divine Lamp.
"Fang Han, you beast! You'll die a miserable death!" Deng Ao and Sun Xihua's souls let out agonized howls from within the Aladdin