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"My King!"

"My King!"

Seeing A Kakin killed by Gu Han with a single finger, his body shattered into dust, every barbarian who witnessed the scene instantly wore expressions of boundless grief and terror. They stared at Gu Han with hatred and fear—surrounded by a million-strong army, yet not a trace of fear on his face.

"Aaaah! Kill! Kill them all! Warriors of the Barbarian Tribe, kill this Yan man and avenge the King!"

After a few breaths of silence, a barbarian general clad in silver armor roared with bloodshot eyes. His cry ignited the entire barbarian host, their eyes turning crimson and bloodshot.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill this Yan man and avenge the King!"

Countless furious shouts rang out across the battlefield. Every barbarian charged toward Gu Han at the center like maddened beasts. From a high vantage point, they looked like countless ants swarming a giant elephant—a terrifying sight.

But they were ants, and Gu Han was no elephant—because he was far more fearsome than any elephant!

"Hmph!"

A cold sneer escaped Gu Han's lips as he watched the endless tide of barbarians surging toward him.

The next instant, the Half Spiritual Power in his Dantian erupted without restraint, forming a terrifying storm of inner force within a radius of several meters. Like countless blades, it mercilessly shredded everything around him. No matter how frantically the barbarians charged, none could approach within several meters of Gu Han.

He was like a small flame in the endless night—tiny compared to the boundless darkness, yet capable of tearing through infinite gloom and radiating boundless light!

"Brothers! A Kakin has fallen! Driving out the barbarians and reclaiming the Central Plains is within reach! Open the city gates and follow me...

Kill!"

Seeing his master slay A Kakin so easily, Ran Min was both thrilled and anxious, worried that something might happen to Gu Han.

He immediately spurred his horse to the city gate, leaped down, and swung both arms, sending the several-hundred-jin gate bolt flying. Veins bulged across his body as he single-handedly pushed open the massive gate—over ten feet tall, forged from solid iron, and weighing countless tens of thousands of jin.

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

Seeing Ran Min's godlike might, the soldiers' morale soared. They grabbed their weapons and charged into battle.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Within the great army, countless soldiers and generals fought with bloodshot eyes, slaughtering with all their might.

Under Gu Han's "special attention," nearly every barbarian general above the Internal Qi Realm had been slain. Only a few ordinary generals at the Blood Tempering and Muscle Tendon Strengthening levels remained—completely leaderless, scattering like headless flies without formation. This only made Ran Min's army fight stronger, especially his Internal Qi Realm generals, who were each invincible, sweeping all before them!

"Hahaha! You dog barbarians, die for me!"

Among Ran Min's forces, a towering general in Black Armor, nearly ten feet tall, wielded a pair of millstone-sized hammers that must have weighed seven or eight hundred jin each. He laughed heartily, swinging his hammers like mountains crashing down, sweeping away enemies with each blow—unstoppable slaughter.

Besides the hammer-wielding general, the other Internal Qi generals also shone with their own brilliance.

"Damn barbarians! Today is the day your tribe is wiped out!"

A general on a white horse, gripping a Dragon Gall Silver Spear, flicked his wrist and unleashed dozens or even hundreds of spear shadows in an instant—dazzling and deadly.

Other generals wielding spears, halberds, and great blades also gave their all, cutting down barbarians with relentless effort.

And so, the sun rose and set, the stars shifted. The two armies clashed and fought fiercely. The battlefield was littered with a million corpses, blood flowed for a thousand li, staining the sky red and soaking the earth.

After a full day and night, the barbarian army, battered and broken, could no longer fight. They fled in defeat. At that moment, Gu Han calmly walked over to Ran Min.

"Master!"

Seeing Gu Han approach, Ran Min quickly bowed respectfully.

"No need for formalities, my disciple. This battle has largely decided the outcome. My training in this life is complete. I have come only to bid you farewell."

Gu Han spoke softly, a note of reflection in his voice as memories flashed through his mind.

From the anxiety of first transmigrating as a young monk, to the first time he revealed his strength three years later, to the decade of stagnation trapped at Blood Tempering, to the joy of finally breaking through, the weight of the Abbot's dying entrustment, the humiliation of being hunted by A Yanda, the peace of taking refuge at Prince Liu's Estate, and finally—invincibility under heaven!

Though Gu Han's journey had not been one of endless hardship, it had certainly not been easy. The bitterness of it all could not be shared with outsiders.

"What! Master! You say you're leaving this world? Could it be that you... No! That's impossible!"

Realizing the implication, Ran Min's face turned pale. A heavy weight settled in his heart, and even the joy of defeating the barbarian main force vanished in an instant.

Ever since his master took him as a disciple in his youth, he had regarded Gu Han as both teacher and father—his only family in the world. Now his master said he was leaving. How could he accept this?

"No! Master, your strength is so great—how can you just leave like this? Do you have some hidden illness? Tell me, and I will search the entire world for the best physicians and the finest herbs to cure you! No matter how difficult, I will heal you!"

Ran Min's eyes were resolute.

He was not a man content to serve under others. Building his army and leading his troops was not only about driving out the barbarians—he also harbored ambitions to contend for the world.

Now, with his master's help, he had finally defeated the barbarians, leaving only the aging Prince Ming in the northwest to be dealt with. The world was nearly within his grasp. But before he could share his triumph with his most beloved master, he received this devastating news. How could he bear it?

"Heh, foolish child. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of the world—ordinary men cannot change them. Besides, your master is but a traveler among countless worlds, drifting without a fixed home. I am not truly dying—only leaving this world for now."

Seeing the look in Ran Min's eyes, Gu Han sighed inwardly. He reached into his bosom and pulled out an ordinary little booklet.

"Disciple, listen well. Your master is not of this world. I came from another realm, and my purpose here was merely cultivation. Now that my cultivation has reached its peak, I have compiled a Heavenly Scroll—the crystallization of your master's lifelong efforts. Today, I pass it to you. I hope you will cultivate it diligently. Perhaps then, master and disciple may meet again someday!"

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

When he first arrived in this world, he had never intended to pass the "Vajra Body Refining Fist" to anyone, for doing so might give rise to many unstable factors and create unnecessary obstacles on his own path of cultivation.

However, Ran Min was, after all, the descendant of his junior brother Jingyuan, and they had spent decades together. Moreover, since he himself was about to leave this world, Gu Han finally decided to impart the "Method for Cultivating Half Spiritual Power" he had just created, hoping that Ran Min too could embark on this path of boundless potential.

"Alas, my disciple, farewell!"

Looking at Ran Min, who accepted the booklet with tear-filled eyes, Gu Han sighed once more in his heart. He closed his eyes, and with that, his soul returned to the heavens.