The Nine Infant Family's Entire Clan Was Wiped Out

"Ah..." They had just scattered and fled when screams suddenly rang out.

Everyone was shocked. Some turned to look, while others kept running without even glancing back.

Among them was Shui Wu, desperately fleeing for his life.

Just moments ago, he had been consumed by hatred for Zhao Han. Now that hatred had vanished without a trace. He couldn't bring himself to hate him anymore; even if he did, it would be pointless.

All that remained was terror of Zhao Han.

The one reaping everyone's lives was neither an Unyielding Bone nor Zhao Han, but a long blade suspended in midair.

It was Blade Nether, controlled by Sword Soul, wildly cutting down the people who had yet to scatter.

It charged and slashed at will, without a single worthy opponent in its path. It was like a peerless warrior mowing down grass; even if they had tried to fight back, the outcome would have been the same.

Screams rose one after another as the few remaining clansmen were slaughtered. The three Elders watched, their eyes bulging with rage.

These were the last sprouts of their clan, and now they were being slaughtered to the last.

What kind of grudge was this? What kind of hatred? Why wipe out the entire Nine Infant Family without even a word?

Zhao Han couldn't care less. You provoke me, you die!

"Die!"

Zhao Han lunged straight at the Elder who had been abandoned due to his serious injuries—the same one Zhao Han had wounded after Yan Ping.

He was the softest persimmon among the three remaining Elders.

Perhaps he knew how things would end, or had lost the will to fight because of his injuries. Perhaps watching the Nine Infant Family perish before his eyes had left him utterly disheartened.

The Elder didn't move