Slaughter the Entire Sect
Xue Hongquan saw the number too, and his expression changed drastically.
"Brother Kong, this is..."
By then, Su Han had already begun walking slowly toward him.
He looked at Xue Hongquan again and repeated his question.
"Are you Xue Hongquan?"
Xue Hongquan was on full alert, force surging through his body.
"Kid, who the hell are you? What business do you have at my Red Fist Sect?"
Su Han did not answer.
He simply raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
Then-
"Boom!!!"
Su Han's qi and blood erupted with a roar.
Blood flames rose from Su Han's skin, engulfing his entire body in an instant.
At the same time, his Hua Jin circulated, and the blood flames flowed.
The two combined, and his aura soared wildly!
The reading on the combat data watch began to jump wildly.
15,000... 20,000... 25,000...
Finally, it stopped at 30,000.
Thirty thousand combat power!
"What?!"
Everyone was struck speechless, their expressions changing drastically.
The burly middle-aged man looked at Su Han. He had clearly recognized the technique, and there was a hint of terror in his voice.
"It's the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult. That's the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult's Qi and Blood Immortal Martial Arts."
"Blood flames shielding the body, qi and blood like a furnace..."
"At this level, he's reached the Hundred Refinements Realm. He's an outer disciple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult."
But then he sensed something was wrong.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Cult's outer disciples had no more than twenty thousand combat power.
How could the man before them have thirty thousand? Could he be an inner disciple?
What they did not know was that Su Han's combat power had three boosts.
First, his own physique.
With a physique of over three hundred, his base strength was hundreds of times that of an ordinary person.
Second, the Hua Jin of secret martial arts.
Force techniques allowed him to unleash several times the power of his strength.
Third came the qi and blood of immortal martial arts.
With the blood flames' enhancement, tempering his blood and refining his body, his destructive power would increase wildly!
Only by combining all three could he break through the limit.
And reach his current thirty thousand combat power.
But Su Han gave them no time to dwell on it.
The next instant, his figure flashed.
He had already made his move.
Blood flames rose, and the temperature soared.
The teacups on the table cracked apart, and the tea instantly evaporated into white vapor.
"Not good!" The burly middle-aged man was the first to react.
He was a White Grade enhanced human and had the strongest combat instincts.
He immediately shouted to the others.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"
With a furious roar, his muscles swelled, and he unleashed his full combat power, striking first.
He drove a fist at Su Han.
The punch came with a howling rush of wind.
The wind from his fist also carried the force of the secret martial arts he had learned before, bolstered by the physique of a White Grade enhanced human.
Its power was terrifying.
But Su Han did not even look.
He met it with a punch of his own.
His blood-flame-wreathed fist slammed toward the burly middle-aged man's fist like a red-hot meteorite.
"Boom!!!"
The two fists collided.
A blast wave erupted, shattering the tea table in an instant and sending wood chips flying!
The vicious expression on the burly middle-aged man's face immediately turned to terror.
"Aah!!!" he screamed.
He felt as though his fist had plunged into molten lava and been burned away in an instant.
His bones shattered, and flames burned into his blood and every sinew and bone, causing excruciating pain.
He was sent flying backward, skidding dozens of meters across the ground and leaving trails of scorch marks behind him.
Half his body had been blasted into chunks of flesh.
He died on the spot.
One punch had killed a White Grade enhanced human in an instant.
Xue Hongquan and the two elders watched the scene, scared out of their wits.
What the fuck kind of monster is this?
Xue Hongquan still tried to act.
But in the next instant-
Su Han was already in front of him.
"Sect master, watch out!" an elder shouted, charging forward with no regard for his life.
He struck with both fists, unleashing his Hua Jin to the fullest as he aimed for the center of Su Han's back.
But Su Han did not even turn his head. He threw a backhand punch.
"Bang!"
Blood flames exploded.
Before the elder's fists could touch Su Han, he was already flying backward.
His chest caved in, and he crashed into a pillar, completely lifeless.
Seeing this, the other elder was scared out of his soul. He turned and ran.
Su Han raised his hand and punched across the air.
"Boom!"
Blood flames left his body and formed a dark-red fist imprint, crossing ten meters to slam into the elder's back.
"Pfft!"
The elder spat out a great mouthful of blood and fell facedown.
A large, charred hole gaped in his back, and all his internal organs were shattered.
He was dead.
In the blink of an eye, only Xue Hongquan remained in the hall.
His face was deathly pale as he stared at Su Han, his lips trembling.
"You... you actually...!"
But Su Han still said nothing, merely walking slowly closer.
Xue Hongquan suddenly roared and unleashed the full strength of the Baodan Realm.
He knew he could not escape, so he could only fight to the death.
He concentrated all the force in his body into a single point and threw a punch.
This was the Red Fist Sect's ultimate move-Red Thread Pierces the Sun.
Its force condensed into a single thread, giving it tremendous penetrating power. An ordinary Baodan martial artist could not take it head-on.
Su Han still did not dodge.
He threw a punch of his own.
Blood flames against red thread.
"Boom!!!"
Before Su Han's blood flames, Xue Hongquan's force collapsed instantly, as though it were made of paper.
"Crack!"
His fist shattered, and the punch drove into his chest before erupting out!
Xue Hongquan flew backward and crashed into the grand chair at the head of the hall, smashing it to pieces.
He lay on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth, unable to speak another word.
His head lolled to one side, and he died.
The Red Fist Sect's master, a Baodan Realm expert, was dead.
The commotion in the hall had long since alerted those outside.
By now, the other elders and disciples had rushed in.
Then they saw the scene inside the hall.
The sect master was dead.
Two elders were dead.
The unfamiliar burly middle-aged man was dead too.
Blood covered the floor, and bodies lay strewn about.
And the killer stood in a pool of blood, drenched in it, his eyes cold.
Su Han turned his head and looked at them too.
His gaze was cold enough to make them tremble.
"Run!" someone shouted.
Dozens of disciples turned and fled, scattering in every direction.
But Su Han had no intention of letting them go.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Cult's task was to "slaughter the entire sect."
Since he had accepted it, he would complete it.
As for good and evil, right and wrong...
He only had a few days left to live. How could he have time to concern himself with those things?
He only wanted to find the real culprit as soon as possible and exact his revenge.
Even if he had to resort to any means.
Su Han left the hall and flitted through the courtyards like a ghost.
Like a fiend among men, he struck down one person with each punch.
Wherever the blood flames passed, no one could stand in their way!
Screams, pleas for mercy, and cries mingled together, echoing throughout the Red Fist Sect.
But soon, the sounds gradually faded.
Su Han threw one final punch, bursting the last disciple's head.
The entire Red Fist Sect
finally fell completely silent at that moment.
Su Han stood in the square before the main hall, surrounded by bodies.
Blood had gathered into pools, a particularly horrifying sight.
Su Han shook the blood from his hands, entered the main hall, and began to search for loot.
Behind Xue Hongquan's seat, he found a hidden compartment containing a booklet.
Three characters were written on the cover: Red Thread Fist.
It was the Red Fist Sect's secret manual.
It contained everything, from stance training to the training and fighting methods for True Gang.
Su Han skimmed through it and gained an understanding of the Red Fist Sect's Secret Martial Arts.
The Red Thread Fist emphasized precision, its force as fine as a strand of hair.
When trained to true completion, the force turned crimson and covered the entire body, forming True Gang.
This was exactly what Su Han needed.
"Though the Celestial Phenomenon Art is powerful, it isn't enough for me right now."
"If I learn another Secret Martial Arts, I might gain some new insights."
Su Han murmured to himself, then put the booklet away.
He searched some more but found nothing else of value.
He did not hurry to leave. Instead, he took out his phone, opened Fetion, found Zhao Lei's account, and sent a message:
"Task complete."
He waited five minutes. No reply.
Su Han frowned and immediately placed a video call.
"Beep, beep, beep-"
After seven or eight rings, the video call finally connected.
Zhao Lei's face appeared on the screen, and he immediately launched into a torrent of abuse.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you video calling me?"
"I fucking told you to wait for word, wait for word! Can't you understand plain speech?"
"You're just a menial disciple, and you actually think you're somebody?"
"Bother me again, and I'll fucking kill you. Believe it or not?"
After cursing him out, Zhao Lei hung up.