Then, under the four men's terrified gazes, Han Feiyu suddenly brought the four flying swords to his face and opened his mouth wide.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
He actually chewed up all four flying swords, forged from refined gold and cold iron, bite by bite as if they were snacks.
Finally, his throat bobbed with a gulp as he swallowed them all.
After doing all that, Han Feiyu patted his stomach, gave the four utterly petrified Core Formation cultivators a thumbs-up, and laughed. "Nice and chewy. Approved!"
The four Core Formation cultivators: "??!"
The four cultivators: "What the fuck are you?!"
Just then, several more powerful auras came from the distant horizon.
Han Feiyu glanced over and saw five cultivators speeding toward them.
The leader's aura was vast as the sea, far surpassing Core Formation. He had clearly reached the Early Nascent Soul Stage.
This person had an alluringly strange face, and their robust upper body bulged powerfully beneath their clothes, which could barely conceal the surging curves, and then below—(I swear, is the censorship really necessary?)
In short, this person possessed an androgynous, hermaphroditic appearance.
"It's the Ancestor Futa!"
"The Supreme Elder has arrived!"
The four Core Formation cultivators from earlier were like drowning men clutching at straws. They shrieked in wild delight, "Han Feiyu! You're finished! This is the Supreme Elder of our Union Sect, the Ancestor Futa! You've been surrounded! Even if you grow wings today, you won't escape!"
Han Feiyu raised an eyebrow in surprise, then shook his head. "You've—surrounded me?"
His scarlet eyes swept across the cultivators. He bared his teeth in a savage grin. "No, no, no. I'm the one surrounding you."
The Ancestor Futa stood in the air, looking down at Han Feiyu. In a uniquely masculine-yet-feminine voice, they said coldly, "You're Han