"Whoosh—"
Fang Han's figure abruptly blurred where he stood, his blue-robed form crossing more than a hundred zhang in an instant to appear beside the middle-aged Grandmaster.
He swiftly slashed down with his sword.
The middle-aged Grandmaster's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly raised his sword horizontally to block.
"Clang—"
The two swords clashed. The middle-aged Grandmaster felt an immense force surge through his blade, its power exceeding what he could withstand.
"Crack—"
Under that terrifying force, his arm fractured, and his sword flew from his hand.
But the sword in Fang Han's hand continued forward, slicing through his protective true qi and sweeping across the middle-aged Grandmaster's throat.
"Shhk—"
An exceedingly thin line of blood appeared on the middle-aged Grandmaster's neck, then widened.
Blood gushed from his throat. His body abruptly stiffened before pitching forward, falling to the ground without another sound.
From Fang Han's first strike to the middle-aged Grandmaster's death, barely a single breath had passed—too fast for the bald Grandmaster or the female Grandmaster to come to his rescue.
"He's beyond what we can handle! Run!"
The bald Grandmaster roared and shot backward.
The female Grandmaster reacted at the same instant. Her figure abruptly flickered, turning into a wisp of blue smoke that blended into the air as she darted away in another direction.
"Whoosh—"
Fang Han coldly looked toward the fleeing bald Grandmaster and female Grandmaster.
From several hundred zhang away, he slashed out.
A streak of dark blue sword qi shot from his blade, swelling against the wind into a ribbon of blue light several hundred zhang long.
Like a blue waterfall descending from the heavens, it tore through the air with a terrifying edge that could cleave anything, leaving a pitch-black rift of vacuum as it slashed toward the bald Grandmaster.
The bald