Half-Step Great Emperor

Deep in the Mine.

The middle-aged Confucian Scholar with white hair wore an expression as grim as solid ice.

With cultivation as powerful as his, he had only just detected the other party when they came within a hundred meters.

That meant the other party was far stronger than him, nowhere near someone he could match.

To Zhao Han's surprise, he recognized three faces among the nine Scholars.

The most familiar was Ji Tong, the Scholar he had killed in an instant.

The other two were Duanmu Xi's junior fellow disciples, killed by Qi Xiu's four-legged Puppet Beast.

When Zhao Han saw the three of them, he was quite startled.

They had appeared alive and completely unharmed. Shouldn't they have been dead?

Then he remembered that the Confucian Sect's Haoran Sect was one of the Four Great Holy Lands, and that Ji Tong and the other two had been among its three thousand disciples.

Is this the foundation of a Holy Land? They can even bring the dead back to life.

No wonder none of my methods could stop their souls. They must have returned to the Holy Land and had their bodies restored.

From now on, when dealing with these people from the Holy Lands, I'll have to force them into Spatial Fragments before killing them, to eliminate any future trouble.

The nine Scholars watched Green Robe Old Ancestor with grave expressions, completely ignoring Zhao Han, who was just a step weaker.

Since even the middle-aged, white-haired Scholar among them was so wary, the other eight naturally understood what sort of opponent they faced.

The middle-aged, white-haired Scholar was one of the Seventy-two Sages of the Confucian Sect's Haoran Sect.

A Martial Emperor!

If even he looked so grave, one could only imagine how terrifying this Green Robe Youth