When the Purple Firmament Divine Lightning stretched across heaven and earth, the entire sky above the imperial capital was dyed purple.
Violent, terrifying thunder descended from the heavens, carrying unstoppable might as it instantly blasted the three Northern Territory martial artists impersonating Golden Martial Warriors into scattered souls and dispersed spirits.
After the three died, Yi Song reached an agreement with Chen Yule. In exchange for a hundred jars of Dragon Blood Wine, he handed Zhou Han over to Chen Yule.
Chen Yule drifted over and landed atop Moon Peak Pavilion, standing opposite Zhou Han.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the enormous full moon cast down a jade-white radiance.
Before the bright moon, atop Moon Peak Pavilion, the moonlight was enchanting. A gentle breeze stirred Chen Yule's hair and the corners of his clothes.
His back was straight and proud, and his entire person resembled a sharp sword freshly drawn from its sheath, radiating an edge no one could withstand.
His black robe billowed faintly. On the Golden Mask covering his face, the blooming rose was filled with a bewitching, eerie, and twisted quality.
"Tsk..." Zhou Han tugged at the corner of his mouth, a trace of contempt in his eyes. "There's no need for such trouble. The three of you can come at me together. Why should I fear you?"
"If you can withstand one sword from me, I'll decide that you need not die today." Chen Yule ignored Zhou Han and spoke coldly.
Hiss... The martial artists before and behind Moon Peak Pavilion could not help drawing in a sharp breath when they heard this.
They had thought Zhou Han was already arrogant enough, claiming that he feared neither Lin Bai, Chen Yule, nor Yi Song even if the three attacked together.
Yet they