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"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing A Kakin slain by Gu Han's single finger strike, reduced to shattered flesh and broken bones, every Barbarian present who witnessed the scene wore expressions of boundless grief, indignation, and terror. They stared hatefully yet fearfully at Gu Han, who was surrounded by an army of a million, yet showed not the slightest trace of fear.

"Ahhh! Kill! Kill him! Warriors of the Barbarian Tribe, kill this Yan man and avenge His Majesty!"

After several breaths of silence, a Barbarian general clad in silver armor roared with bloodshot eyes. At once, all the Barbarians erupted, every one of their eyes red with blood.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill this Yan man and avenge His Majesty!"

Countless furious roars rang out across the battlefield. Like maddened beasts, all the Barbarians charged toward Gu Han at the center. Looking down from above, they resembled countless ants gnawing at a great elephant, a terrifying sight indeed.

Unfortunately, they were ants, but Gu Han was no elephant—because he was far more terrifying than one!

"Hmph!"

Seeing the countless Barbarians surging in from every side, a chill rose in Gu Han's heart, and he snorted coldly.

In the next instant, the Half Spiritual Power within his Dantian erupted as though it cost nothing, forming a terrifying internal-force storm several meters around him. Like countless blades and swords, it mercilessly shredded everything nearby. No matter how madly the Barbarians charged, none could come within several meters of Gu Han.

He was like a tiny flicker of fire in the night. Though incomparably small against the boundless darkness between heaven and earth, it could still tear through endless darkness and bloom with infinite light!

"Brothers! A Kakin is dead! Driving out the Barbarians and reclaiming our Central Plains is already within arm's reach! Gentlemen, open the gates and follow me...

Kill!"

Seeing A Kakin so easily slain by his master, Ran Min was exhilarated, yet he also feared something might happen to his master.

He immediately took the lead and leaped down inside the city gates. With a sweep of both hands, he sent the gate bar, weighing several hundred jin, flying away. Then, his arms straining and veins bulging all over his body, he slowly pushed open the city gates—more than a zhang tall, forged entirely from refined iron, and weighing heaven knew how many tens of thousands of jin—with his strength alone.

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

Seeing Ran Min's godlike might, all the soldiers' morale soared. Gripping their weapons, they charged into the battlefield.

"Die, die, die!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Throughout the army, countless soldiers and officers fought desperately with bloodshot eyes.

Under Gu Han's "special attention," nearly every high-ranking Barbarian general at the Internal Qi Realm and above had been killed. Only ordinary generals at the Blood Tempering and Muscle Tendon Strengthening levels, below Internal Qi, remained. Having completely lost command, they scurried about like headless flies, unable to form ranks. As a result, Ran Min's army only grew stronger the more it fought. In particular, the Internal Qi Realm generals under his command were each valiant and invincible, sweeping through all directions!

"Hahaha! You Barbarian dogs, all of you die for me!"

Within Ran Min's army, a towering general nearly a zhang tall, clad in Black Armor, laughed wildly as he wielded a pair of enormous war hammers like millstones, each clearly weighing seven or eight hundred jin. His twin hammers moved in succession; every blow swept through a whole stretch like Mount Tai pressing down from above, slaughtering without equal.

Aside from that hammer-wielding general, the other Internal Qi generals also each displayed their own brilliance.

"Damned Barbarians, today shall be the day your tribe is wiped out!"

Amid the army, a great general riding a white horse and holding a Dragon Gall Silver Spear flicked his spear repeatedly. In an instant, he thrust out dozens, even hundreds, of spear shadows, dazzling the eye as he slaughtered countless enemies.

There were also generals using spears, halberds, and great sabers. At this moment, they too gave their all, cutting down Barbarians with all their might.

Thus, the sun rose and the moon set, stars shifted and constellations turned. The two armies clashed and fought with all their strength. A million corpses lay strewn across the battlefield, blood flowed for a thousand li, and crimson stained the sky and soaked the earth.

Only after a full day and night did the Barbarian army, having suffered devastating losses, finally lose the strength to fight on and flee in crushing defeat. At that moment, Gu Han slowly walked over to Ran Min's side.

"Master!"

Seeing Gu Han approach slowly, Ran Min hurriedly bent at the waist and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple, there is no need for such formality. With this battle, the overall situation is basically settled. My experiences in this life have also been sufficient. I came this time merely to bid you farewell."

Gu Han spoke softly, his tone filled with emotion as scenes of memories flashed through his mind.

From the unease of first transmigrating into a young monk, to revealing his edge when he first acted three years later; from the silence of being trapped at Blood Tempering for more than ten years, to the joy of breaking through Blood Tempering over a decade later; from the weight of being entrusted with a final charge by the Abbot, to the bedraggled desperation of being hunted by A Yanda, to the calm of joining Prince Liu's Estate—until finally becoming invincible beneath heaven!

Gu Han had walked step by step to this point. Though he could not be said to have endured every hardship, it had truly not been easy. How could the bitterness within be spoken of to outsiders?

"What? Master! You said you are leaving this world? Could it be that you... No! That is impossible!"

Thinking of the possibility in his heart, Ran Min's face instantly turned pale. His heart grew incomparably heavy, and even the joy of having just defeated the Barbarian main force vanished in an instant.

Ever since his master had taken him in as a disciple during his childhood, his master had been both teacher and father to him, the only family he had in this world. Now his master was saying that he would leave. How could he accept this?

"No! Master, your strength is clearly so formidable. How can you simply leave? Could it be that you suffer from some hidden ailment? Master, tell me! Your disciple will search all beneath heaven and find the finest physicians and the best medicinal herbs to treat you. No matter how difficult it is, I will cure you!"

Ran Min's eyes were firm.

He had never been someone willing to remain beneath another for long. Establishing an army and leading great troops had always been for more than driving out the Barbarians; he had long harbored ambitions to contend for the world.

Now, with his master's help, he had finally defeated the Barbarians. Only Prince Ming in the northwest, long decrepit with age, had yet to be eliminated. The world was almost within his grasp, yet before he could share it with the master he respected most, he received such terrible news. How could he possibly resign himself to it?

"Hehe, foolish child. Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural order of the world. Mortals simply cannot change them. Besides, your master is merely a traveler among myriad worlds, drifting without fixed abode. I am not truly dead this time—I am only leaving this world for now."

Seeing Ran Min's gaze, Gu Han sighed inwardly and felt a surge of emotion. Then he took an ordinary booklet from his robes and said,

"Disciple, listen closely. Your master is not from this world, but came from another realm. I came to this world only to cultivate. Now that my cultivation has finally reached completion, I have written a volume of heavenly scripture containing the crystallized essence of my life's efforts. Today, I shall pass it on to you. I only hope that you cultivate diligently in the future. Then perhaps master and disciple may have a chance to meet again someday!"

Gu Han sighed softly and handed the booklet to Ran Min.

When he had come to this world, Gu Han had never intended to pass the Vajra Body Refining Fist to anyone, because doing so might bring about many unstable factors and create needless twists and turns upon his path of cultivation.

But Ran Min was, after all, the descendant of his junior brother Jingyuan, and they had spent decades together. Moreover, Gu Han was about to leave this world. Thus, he passed the Method for Cultivating Half Spiritual Power, which he had just created, to Ran Min, hoping that he too could embark upon this path of limitless potential.

"Alas! Disciple, farewell!"

Looking at Ran Min, who accepted the booklet with tears in his eyes, Gu Han sighed once more in his heart. He closed his eyes, and just like that,

His soul returned to the nine heavens!