Gui Yanjun charged straight toward Han Que.
Han Que, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, sensed the danger keenly and hurriedly turned around. But in the next instant, Gui Yanjun's fist sent him flying.
"Crack!"
His arms, hastily raised to guard himself, snapped at once, and his chest caved in. Blood poured relentlessly from his body, staining his battle robe red.
Han Que steadied himself and stared at Gui Yanjun in shock.
What terrifying strength! Though Gui Yanjun had caught him off guard, one punch had still left him this badly injured.
"I'll start with you."
Gui Yanjun strode toward Han Que, ghostly energy billowing from his Ghost Body. His oppressive presence was astonishing. "You have Immortal Emperor blood in your veins. So you're the son of an Immortal Emperor. No wonder you have some strength."
The moment he had come into contact with Han Que, he had seen right through him.
At the same time, he had gauged Han Que's strength. It was merely impressive by comparison; the two of them were beings on entirely different levels.
Han Que's expression turned grave. "Spare me the nonsense. If you want to kill me, then come. If I were afraid, I'd be unworthy of the Imperial Court's nurturing!"
Gui Yanjun let out a strange laugh. "The Imperial Court? It's nothing but a plaything of the High-Level Heavenly Vault, and you still worship it as a god?"
Han Que charged at Gui Yanjun and roared, "Insulting the Imperial Court is punishable by death!"
He unleashed the Immortal Slaying Art. During his battle with Ao Kun, this fearsome killing technique had given Ao Kun no end of trouble.
A sword beam that could shake the heavens descended, wrapped in boundless killing intent.
"Child's play."
Gui Yanjun chuckled. He swept out