You Came, I Still One-Shot You

You Came, I Still One-Shot You

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the pitch-black jade talisman instantly shattered into powder.

A wisp of frigid black mist shot into the sky. Violent spatial power spread wildly, causing the surrounding void to tremble and twist in layers.

Dense black cracks rapidly spread through the air, intertwining and pulling at one another as space was torn open into a ferocious pitch-black hole.

Han Feng stood beneath the void with his hands behind his back, not the slightest bit tense.

What the hell was this? Quite the spectacle. Did my jade talisman come with effects like this?

With an unhurried flick of his sleeve, he stored the two still-warm corpses of Bone You and the Third Heavenly Venerable from the ground into his Storage Ring.

Though they were merely Half-Saint skeletons, they were still rare treasures.

These two Half-Saints were somewhat lacking, but they were better than nothing. He would keep them as backup options for now.

If the one who came was that Great Heavenly Venerable, then all the better—the main material would be secured.

Only after finishing all this did he raise his head and watch the violently distorted space before him with great interest.

A pitch-black spatial wormhole was taking shape at a visible speed.

Boom!

Moments later, the wormhole fully stabilized.

A figure clad in a dark golden robe and wearing a flat-topped crown slowly emerged from it. His aura was majestic, as though he could contend with heaven and earth for brilliance.

Simply standing there, he caused the violent spatial storms throughout Soulfall Abyss to seem smoothed over by an invisible force, becoming docile.

The Great Heavenly Venerable of the Soul Hall, Hun Yi!

A genuine Peak One-Star Dou Sheng powerhouse.

The instant he appeared, his gaze fell upon the place where the two corpses had originally lain, and his brows immediately furrowed tightly.

"Where are Bone You and Wu Yan? Neither of their auras is here."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried an all-controlling majesty and cold indifference.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword as it pierced straight toward Han Feng.

"Did you kill them?"

Han Feng looked at him and smiled.

"Not bad eyesight." He nodded, as if praising a junior. "Any last words? If not, I'm in a hurry."

"Arrogant!"

A flicker of anger flashed through the Great Heavenly Venerable's eyes.

He had roamed the Central Plains for hundreds of years. This was the first time he had encountered someone who dared speak to him in such a tone.

"I don't care who you are. Since you dared kill a Heavenly Venerable of my Soul Hall, you will repay the debt with your soul today!"

Before his words had even faded, a colossal hand condensed from surging black mist had already formed. Carrying the terrifying pressure to crush mountains and rivers, it clawed down at Han Feng's head.

Han Feng raised his right hand, held two fingers together like a sword, and lightly slashed at the giant black-mist hand that covered the sky. The massive hand broke apart, and then he pressed his sword fingers downward.

Sword Three: Sword Qi Weighs Three Pounds.

Without warning, a solid pale-green qi sword gathered above the Great Heavenly Venerable's head. This sword possessed neither the sharpness to sweep through the skies nor any earthshaking phenomenon. It embodied only one word to the utmost extreme: weight.

The qi sword was condensed, heavy, and forceful.

It did not appear fast, as though it faced immense resistance in the air.

Yet it slowly pressed down toward the Great Heavenly Venerable's head.

The void sank slightly. The fierce winds sweeping through the surroundings were all crushed away by that heavy force, while the earth caved in and cracked layer by layer. An invisible suppressive sword intent enveloped all directions, freezing the flow of energy around one's body and even making Dou Qi circulate sluggishly.

The Great Heavenly Venerable's eyes filled with utter horror.

He frantically drove all the Dou Qi in his body, trying to dodge, only to discover that beneath that sword pressure, heavy as an abyss, his body had become slower than a snail.

He could only watch helplessly as the seemingly slow qi sword grew larger and larger in his pupils.

And this was not over yet.

Just as the qi sword was about to descend, Han Feng lightly shook his other sleeve.

Twin-Sleeve Green Snakes.

Hiss—!

Two streams of pure green sword aura burst from his sleeves. Solid as scales, they twisted and writhed, resembling two green giant snakes that had lain dormant for ten thousand years breaking free of their restraints. They coiled in the void, their killing aura reaching the heavens.

The green snake sword auras tore through the air like thunderbolts, charging straight at the Great Heavenly Venerable with the might to rip apart everything.

Green sword light streaked across the sky. Everywhere it passed, all obstacles shattered like dry twigs and rotten wood. Sinister baleful aura and powerful Dou Qi collapsed at the slightest touch.

Above the void, green light gleamed coldly as snake shadows swept through the air.

A certain kill!

Endless despair and terror finally appeared on the Great Heavenly Venerable's face.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to crush another life-saving jade talisman and call for the Hall Master, but he did not even have time to finish a single thought.

Bang!

The qi sword finally descended onto the crown of his head.

There was no splattering blood, no cracking bones.

The Great Heavenly Venerable's body suddenly stiffened.

The light in his eyes and the radiance in his soul were ground into nothingness by that sword intent, heavy to the extreme.

Immediately afterward, the two green snake sword auras silently entered his body, thoroughly shredding every trace of life within him.

Extinguish vitality, preserve the body.

It was done in one smooth motion.

This Great Heavenly Venerable held an exalted position in the Soul Hall and was enough to make countless sects across the Central Plains tremble at the mere mention of his name. Yet he did not even have time to leave behind a final word before falling stiffly from the sky.

Thud.

His corpse smashed onto the cliff, producing a dull sound.

However, just as his physical body fell, an illusory soul body several times more solid than those of Bone You and the Third Heavenly Venerable shrieked out from the crown of his head, carrying endless resentment and terror as it tried to flee.

"Trying to run?"

Han Feng sneered. The same movement, the same method.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire rose up, and an enormous invisible hand seized the air.

The Great Heavenly Venerable's soul, which had already fled a thousand zhang away, seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand. It let out inhuman, miserable screams as it flew back uncontrollably and was forcibly dragged into Han Feng's palm.

"No—!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

The soul's howl was filled with terror and unwillingness.

Han Feng did not answer. He merely stuffed it, along with the other two souls, into the Soul-Sealing Jade Bottle and repeatedly scorched them with karmic fire.

"Now, I ask. You answer."

Han Feng's divine sense entered the jade bottle, his cold voice resembling the judgment of a god.

"What exactly are you three looking for in this godforsaken Soulfall Abyss?"

At first, the three souls remained stubborn, hurling all manner of vicious curses.

Han Feng did not get angry. He merely increased the intensity of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

That searing agony originating from the Soul Essence was the cruelest punishment in the world.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, only intermittent, feeble pleas for mercy remained inside the jade bottle.

"I'll talk... I'll talk! Stop burning me!"

The first to break down was the Third Heavenly Venerable, the initial-stage Half-Saint.

"It's... it's the Soul Essence... of Soulfall Abyss!"

"Soulfall Abyss was a brutal battlefield in ancient times. Countless experts perished here, and their remnant souls were torn apart by spatial storms for ten thousand years, gradually dissipating. But the purest Soul Essence gathered beneath the abyss, forming a Soul Crystal Grotto!"

"There... an enormous amount of Soul Essence was born!" Bone You's soul also began screaming. "The Hall Master ordered us to collect it! This Soul Essence is a crucial part of the Soul Clan's grand plan!"

An enormous amount of Soul Essence?

Han Feng's heart gave a fierce leap.

This was an immense tonic for the Soul Hall.

But to him, it was an invaluable treasure.

Although his teacher's soul had recovered considerably under the nourishment of the Soul-Gathering Hall and the Nine-Turn Soul-Reviving Pill, it was still somewhat short of its peak. If he gave this Soul Essence to his teacher, it might be enough to restore his teacher's soul realm to its prime.

And wasn't this ownerless, pure Soul Essence the perfect supplement tailored specifically for his teacher?

Just when he had gotten sleepy, someone had delivered him a pillow.

"Very good."

Han Feng withdrew his divine sense from the jade bottle and no longer paid attention to the wails of the three souls.

With a wave of his hand, he also stored the Great Heavenly Venerable's corpse into his Storage Ring.

Hmm, now he had a Dou Sheng skeleton too.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the bottomless black abyss below, eternally shrouded in spatial storms. A smile curled across his lips.

"Soulfall Abyss... Soul Essence..."

"Anything the Soul Hall has its eye on must be good stuff."

"Since that's the case, I'll gladly accept it."

His figure flashed, and he voluntarily leaped into the violent spatial storm.