A Gift for Su Xiaoxiao

Hanyu was no longer someone who could be easily brushed off with mere pressure. Besides, now he had this thing too.

He'd only understood what it was good for after getting one himself. It was useful for a clash between people on the same level, to test each other's strength, or for attacking cultivators weaker than yourself.

Otherwise, it was useless.

Oh! It seemed it had another use: locking onto an opponent with pressure. But that was even more useless to him. He had no spiritual energy, and his divine abilities could move entirely according to his will. They were more flexible than spiritual energy, so he had no need for it.

Second... he didn't seem to have any use for that either.

Anyone he could kill couldn't escape, no matter how they ran.

And anyone he couldn't kill was probably someone he'd have to run from.

With a mere swing of Hexi Slash, a golden storm swept out and instantly erased the two surges of pressure.

Then, just to provoke them, he sent the golden storm surging into the sky. After a vicious whirl, the two blurry faces were ground into nothing.

The Artifact Spirit couldn't help covering its face and laughing bitterly. Those two clearly weren't the harmless sort. They were probably the leaders of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and Hanyu had just humiliated them.

This was taking the art of courting death to a whole new level.

"Aren't you afraid they'll come down and kill you?"

The Artifact Spirit couldn't help warning him. The transmission array was still intact, and those two powerful cultivators could come down at any time if they wanted.

"They won't. They'd rather die than come down."

At that, Hanyu turned the mockery up to the max and spoke into the empty air.