One Person, One Sword, Can Slay All Enemies Under Heaven (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

After Chen Xin spoke these words, the tense atmosphere within the great hall eased significantly.

Ning Fengzhi began to ponder, and although Gu Rong still kept a stern face, the pressure he had been directing solely at Gu Han dissipated.

A gentle smile reappeared on Ning Fengzhi's face as he stepped down from his seat and walked over to Gu Han.

"Young Friend Gu, it seems this matter was indeed a case of someone framing you in the shadows, nearly causing my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to be used as a pawn. On behalf of the sect, I apologize to you."

His words were earnest, leaving no room for criticism.

Gu Han sheathed the Sky Frost Sword and nodded. "Sect Master Ning is too kind. The methods of the person behind the scenes were insidious; it is only natural that your sect was momentarily deceived."

Ning Fengzhi's smile grew even brighter as he shifted the topic.

"Young Friend Gu is already a Spirit King at such a young age, and you possess an ultimate attribute. Even Uncle Chen speaks highly of your swordsmanship."

"I wonder, what plans do you have for your future development?"

His gaze was burning, his intentions clear.

"If you do not mind, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to provide you with all our resources. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can become your most solid backing and trump card."

Given the status of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as one of the Upper Three Sects, such a promise demonstrated just how highly they valued Gu Han.

Gu Rong added coldly, "Kid, since Fengzhi has spoken, he certainly won't treat you unfairly. On this continent, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as your support, you can save yourself countless troubles."

Even Chen Xin, who was standing by the window, glanced over slightly, seemingly wanting to hear Gu Han's response.

Faced with such tempting conditions, Gu Han merely smiled calmly. His gaze swept over Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong before finally landing on Chen Xin, and he said in a clear voice:

"Many thanks to Sect Master Ning and the two seniors for your kindness."

"However, I have grown accustomed to being free and unfettered; I am not used to the rules within a sect."

His tone was calm.

"I only believe in the sword in my hand and rely solely on my own strength."

Gu Han's voice gradually rose, every word distinct and sharp.

"Even if there are millions of enemies ahead, I shall cut them down with a single sword."

"Even if entangled by karma, I shall sever it with a single sword."

"Even if gods, demons, or spirit beasts block my path, I shall shatter them with a single sword."

His aura surged; although he was only a Spirit King, that momentum caused even the two Titled Douluo, Gu Rong and Chen Xin, to be slightly moved.

"One person, one sword, is enough."

"One person, one sword, can cut down all the enemies in the world."

As his voice faded, the great hall fell into a dead silence.

A trace of undisguised regret flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. He knew that a youth with such resolve was no creature of a small pond, nor could he be bound by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Gu Rong opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing; however, the look he gave Gu Han held less contempt and more complexity.

Chen Xin's figure, standing with his back to the others, paused slightly, a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"What a fine 'One person, one sword, can cut down all the enemies in the world!'"

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, "Since this is the young friend's ambition, I shall not force the matter."

"Many thanks, Sect Master Ning."

Over the next few days, Gu Han stayed temporarily at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

On one hand, he exchanged knowledge on swordsmanship with Chen Xin. Although Chen Xin did not formally take him as a disciple, he still provided much guidance on the way of the sword, from which Gu Han benefited greatly.

However, the peaceful days were broken one morning.

While meditating in the guest room, Gu Han's mind was suddenly shaken.

He clearly felt that the thread of karma connecting him to Xiao Wu was vibrating violently at an unprecedented frequency, as if the other end were enduring an unimaginably immense danger.

Gu Han opened his eyes instantly, his expression turning grave. He focused his spirit, straining to perceive the faint sensation transmitted through the karmic thread, and a blurred image flashed before him:

A burly middle-aged man was standing on the playground of Shrek Academy.

His gaze was locked firmly onto the terrified Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with rage, greed, and a kind of madness!

It was Tang Hao!

He had actually come, and the effect of the Thousand-Change Mask seemed to have weakened significantly, allowing him to lock onto Xiao Wu instantly.

Gu Han saw that Tang Hao did not waste a single word. A giant hand reached out, ignoring Flender and Zhao Wuji who were blocking the way, and grabbed straight toward Xiao Wu.

His purpose was simple: he wanted Xiao Wu to sacrifice herself for Tang San, because he had seen that Tang San's second spirit ring was merely a ten-year ring, and his mind had been instantly clouded by rage.

"Presumptuous!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji were shocked and furious. Although they knew the opponent was the world-renowned Haotian Douluo, seeing him about to lay hands on a student of their academy, their responsibility as teachers and their hot-blooded nature caused them to explode with spirit power, bracing themselves as they stood in front of Xiao Wu.

"Haotian Douluo!"

"Bullying a student of an academy—is this how someone of your status behaves?!"

Zhao Wuji roared as he unleashed his Great Strength Vajra Bear, and Flender's Owl martial soul avatar manifested, both attempting to join forces to resist.

However, in the face of the enraged Haotian Douluo, their resistance was as fragile as paper.

"Get lost!"

Tang Hao did not even bother to use his martial soul; he simply threw a casual punch, the explosive soul power knocking them both to the ground.

"Pfft—!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji spat out blood, their martial soul avatars instantly dissipating. Like kites with broken strings, they flew backward, slamming heavily into the ground, their lives hanging in the balance.

That massive hand continued, unimpeded, reaching toward Xiao Wu, whose face had turned deathly pale and whose eyes were filled with despair.

Gu Han, please come back, I'm so scared.

At this critical juncture, the invisible thread of causality suddenly began to glow with a faint light.

A sword intent of extreme cold, originating from Gu Han, traveled across space along the thread and descended, forming an incredibly resilient ice-crystal barrier in front of Xiao Wu.

"Clang!"

Tang Hao's hand struck the barrier, producing the sound of clashing metal.

The barrier shook violently as cracks spread across its surface. Although it did not block the attack entirely, it bought Xiao Wu a momentary reprieve!

A flicker of surprise crossed Tang Hao's eyes, but he immediately increased the force in his hand.

At that very moment, a clear, cold, and majestic sword chant—reverberating like thunder from the nine heavens—rang out clearly across the entire Shrek Academy. Every syllable carried an intense fury directed at Tang Hao:

"Three Thousand Guests Drunk on Flowers,"

The voice had seemed to be at the edge of the horizon, but by the time the final word fell, it was right beside their ears.

Hearing that familiar voice, a smile instantly appeared on Xiao Wu's face.

Simultaneously, an ice-blue sword aura that spanned the sky transformed into a lifelike Ice Dragon, its scales and claws fully visible.

Carrying an extreme chill that felt capable of freezing all things and a cold, sharp sword intent that could sever everything, it tore through the clouds with unstoppable momentum, lunging ferociously toward the giant hand reaching for Xiao Wu.

"One Sword Frosts Fourteen Provinces!"