Instant Kill on Sight

Instant Kill on Sight

Soulfall Abyss.

At the border between the Black-Corner Region and the Central Plains lay a forbidden land whose very name reeked of misfortune.

The spatial storms that never dispersed raged here like countless furious beasts, tearing apart everything that approached. Even an ordinary Dou Ancestor would be shredded into a mist of blood within three breaths if they stumbled inside.

At the edge of the abyss, atop a cliff shrouded in distorted light, Han Feng hovered silently like a ghost merged with the void.

He had already been waiting here for two days.

"This old bastard is fucking slow."

Han Feng crossed his arms and complained boredly.

"He's a high-level Half-Saint, yet he moves like this. What the hell is he good for?"

He curled his lip, having cursed that beast named Gu You at least eight hundred times in his heart.

If not for personally confirming it and seeing whether any bigger fish were following behind, he would have long since stormed the Soul Hall branch and flattened that damned place with a single sword strike.

Would he have needed to stand here and drink the northwest wind for two days?

Just as his patience was wearing thin and he was about to find a few Soul Hall scum to ask about the situation, his brow suddenly rose.

They were here.

In the distant sky, two shadows nearly merged with the darkness were speeding toward Soulfall Abyss.

Han Feng concealed all his aura, even completely blending his sense of presence into the spatial rift behind him. His eyes pierced through layer after layer of spatial storms and locked onto the two figures.

One of them was gaunt and thin, dressed in a black robe embroidered with skull patterns. He wore a ghastly pale mask, and an icy, deathly aura radiated from his entire body.

Though his aura had been deliberately disguised, that high-level Half-Saint presence could not escape Han Feng's notice.

Gu You.

There was no mistake.

A flash of killing intent passed through Han Feng's eyes.

The other person, however, made him frown slightly.

That person also wore black robes, but his aura was even stranger. His entire body resembled a walking mass of black mist, making his form impossible to discern. He was also a Half-Saint. Though merely an initial-stage one, the sinister and venomous aura he emitted was no less than Gu You's.

The intelligence Uncle Feng had given Han Feng immediately surfaced in his mind.

Below the Soul Hall Master were nine Heavenly Venerables. Among them, the Great Heavenly Venerable, Second Heavenly Venerable, Third Heavenly Venerable, and Fourth Heavenly Venerable were the strongest. This initial-stage Half-Saint before him should be the Soul Hall's Third Heavenly Venerable.

"Tsk, buy one, get one free? That's great. Saves me another trip."

Rather than finding this troublesome, Han Feng felt it was rather convenient.

He had originally been pondering how to follow the trail and find the next unlucky bastard after killing Gu You. Now, they had come straight to his doorstep as a group.

At this moment, the two figures had reached the edge of Soulfall Abyss and were preparing to force their way into the violent spatial storm.

However, at the very instant they were about to move.

A sense of danger great enough to freeze their souls struck from behind without warning!

Not good! An ambush!

The two Half-Saints reacted swiftly indeed. Without a second thought, they attempted to tear open space and flee.

But it was too late.

An indifferent voice drifted over, as if from the depths of the netherworld, echoing beside their ears.

"Where are you two going? In such a hurry to reincarnate? Shall I send you on your way?"

The instant his words fell, the space within a thousand miles around the edge of Soulfall Abyss froze solid!

The spatial storm capable of tearing apart mountains and rivers seemed to have been paused, hanging motionlessly in midair.

Gu You and the Third Heavenly Venerable were likewise frozen like mosquitoes trapped in amber. The horror on their faces had not even fully emerged before it was locked in place.

What kind of terrifying power was this?!

A Dou Sheng!!

Endless terror and despair surged within them.

A figure in azure robes stepped slowly out of the void behind them.

He slowly raised his right hand, held two fingers together like a sword, and lightly slashed through the void before him.

"Sword Two: Twin-Yin-Yang Coexistent Twin Lotus."

A soft chant echoed, as though it had traveled from time immemorial.

As his words fell, the space before him silently split apart.

Two streams of Dou Qi, pure to the extreme, condensed into swords in his hand, forming two utterly different blades.

One was an eerie crimson, its blade wreathed in Red Lotus Karmic Fire, radiating a destructive aura capable of burning all things to ash.

The other was gold like a blazing sun, its sword intent razor-sharp and wreathed in faint sunlight.

The twin swords emerged together!

The two sword energies coiled around each other, cycling endlessly and giving rise to one another.

The crimson sword and the golden sword were like two Primordial Divine Dragons chasing each other in play, strengthening each other and serving as one another's support. Wherever they passed, even the frozen space rippled.

They did not seem fast, yet they were unstoppable and impossible to evade. Like a twin lotus blooming in the void, they instantly enveloped Gu You and the Third Heavenly Venerable, sealing every path of retreat.

At that instant, only that fatal lotus remained in the eyes of the two Half-Saints.

They watched helplessly as crimson and golden light expanded within their pupils, unable to move even a finger.

The instant the sword lotus touched their bodies.

The bodies of the two Half-Saints merely trembled slightly.

The protective Dou Qi around them dissolved silently like paper.

Then, the light in their eyes and the radiance within their souls were utterly extinguished by the sword intent.

Their life force was drained in an instant.

The two bodies, their faces still frozen in terror, fell stiffly from the sky.

However, the instant their physical bodies dropped, two illusory soul forms filled with resentment and terror shrieked as they burst from the crowns of their heads, attempting to flee into the void.

"Trying to run?"

Han Feng sneered and raised his left hand.

An eerie Red Lotus Karmic Fire rose from his palm.

He made a grasping motion through the air.

The two Half-Saint souls, already more than a hundred yards away, were seized by an invisible hand. They let out miserable screams as they flew back uncontrollably, forcibly dragged into Han Feng's palm.

"No—!"

"Spare us!!"

The souls' shrieks were shrill and piercing.

Han Feng turned a deaf ear. With a flick of his hand, he took out a warm jade bottle, stuffed the two soul forms inside like garbage, then used Red Lotus Karmic Fire to lay down a seal.

Even more miserable screams came from within the jade bottle, but they were soon completely cut off by the burning power of the karmic fire.

After finishing all that, Han Feng acted as if nothing had happened. With a casual gesture, he drew over the two falling Half-Saint corpses and tossed them at his feet.

Standing before Gu You's corpse, Han Feng looked at that ghastly pale mask. With a thought, he sent a trace of soul fluctuation into the Soul-Sealing Jade Bottle.

"Gu You, I finally caught you."

Inside the jade bottle, Gu You's soul form shuddered violently. His illusory face was filled with endless shock and disbelief.

"You... you're Han Feng?! Impossible! Aren't you Yao Chen's disciple? How could you..."

He recognized that voice.

Over the past few years, Han Feng's name had become as brilliant as the midday sun in the Central Plains. At eighteen, he had advanced to Dou Venerable. With one sword strike, he had suppressed the Venerables of Wind, Thunder, and Yellow Springs. By himself, he had unified the Black-Corner Region, and his alchemy skills were rapidly catching up to Yao Chen's from back then.

The Soul Hall had naturally heard of such a monstrous talent long ago.

But according to the intelligence they had received, Han Feng was at most a Half-Saint. How could he possibly... possibly possess such terrifying strength?!

"Looks like you know me."

Han Feng's voice was icy, devoid of the slightest emotion.

"Of course. You were my teacher's old friend, after all. You should remember the people around him rather well."

"You... you actually became a Saint..." Gu You's soul twisted painfully in the karmic fire, his voice filled with regret and terror.

Han Feng did not waste any more words on him. With a thought, he completely cut off the howls within the jade bottle.

For a beast like him, letting him die too easily would be letting him off too lightly.

He would refine him into a Heavenly Demon Puppet and let Qing Lin, Xiao Yan, and Yaoxin play with him.

Han Feng casually beckoned, and two pitch-black storage rings flew from the corpses and landed steadily in his hand.

He swept them with his spiritual sense, roughly examining their contents.

All sorts of rare treasures, cultivation techniques and Dou skills, soul banners, resentful spirits...

"Trash."

Han Feng curled his lip in disdain.

To him, these things were not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

He was about to pack everything up and toss it back into the Sacred City treasury as benefits for his subordinates when his spiritual sense suddenly paused inside Gu You's storage ring.

A pitch-black jade talisman lay quietly in a corner.

"A Teleportation Jade Talisman?"

A playful curve appeared at Han Feng's lips.

Once crushed, this thing could open a spatial wormhole and allow reinforcements to arrive here in the shortest possible time.

He had originally been somewhat troubled.

To reconstruct his teacher's body, he needed the bones of a powerful expert as a foundation.

The bones of these two Half-Saints could barely suffice, but they were ultimately lacking and unworthy of his teacher's status.

But now...

Hadn't it been delivered right to his door?

The only one who could come to reinforce Half-Saints should be the Great Heavenly Venerable, a Dou Sheng.

The Great Heavenly Venerable's skeleton... its quality was far superior to that of a Half-Saint.

"You're the one, then."

Han Feng looked at the jade talisman in his hand, and the smile on his face became increasingly "kind."

He no longer hesitated and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

"Crack."

A crisp sound of shattering rang out.