Can't Hold Back
Hold back?
Su Han's face was as cold as ice as he stared fixedly at Zhao Lei.
Killing intent surged within him.
Anxiety and irritation boiled wildly like magma, burning away his reason.
He had held back the first time, the second time, and even the third time.
Now.
Did he still have to hold back?
Boom!
Without warning.
Su Han threw a punch.
His heart told him.
He couldn't hold back, not for another moment!
His fist, wrapped in blood flames, tore through the air like a red-hot meteor and smashed straight toward Zhao Lei's chest.
No gathering strength, no warning.
Just the simplest, most direct punch.
Zhao Lei had never imagined Su Han would dare attack and failed to react at all.
That mocking, superior smile was still on his face.
But the next moment.
Squelch!
The fist punched through his chest and emerged from his back.
It carried shattered organs and fragments of his spine with it.
Blood gushed out, splattering the wall behind him and painting it a dripping crimson.
Zhao Lei's expression froze.
From mockery, to bewilderment, to shock.
Finally, it became a terror that reached deep into his bones.
"You..."
Zhao Lei opened his mouth, and blood poured out, mixed with fragments of flesh.
His eyes were wide, his face full of shock and anger.
"Su Han, how dare you..."
"The Ten Thousand Immortals Cult won't let you off."
"We'll tear you limb from limb, and your family and friends..."
Su Han withdrew his hand.
Zhao Lei immediately collapsed to the floor, a bowl-sized hole in his chest clear through to his back.
A pool of blood formed beneath him in an instant.
But he wasn't quite dead yet.
Zhao Lei was a Hundred Refinements Realm immortal cultivator, with a life force far stronger than an ordinary person's.
His mind was in utter turmoil, filled with disbelief.
Su Han was just a native ant. Did he really dare kill him?
Didn't he want to know about the Sturgeon Group and the rest of the Immortal Martial Arts cultivation method?
Did he want to make an enemy of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult?
Didn't he care about his family and friends?
Alongside his disbelief, boundless terror welled up in Zhao Lei's heart.
He was going to die.
He struggled, still trying to say something, but every word brought up another mouthful of blood.
Blood clogged his throat, and in the end, he couldn't get anything out.
The sight of his face irritated Su Han.
So he crouched down.
Another punch.
It slammed into his head.
Bang!
His head burst open like a watermelon, spraying red and white everywhere.
Zhao Lei was dead.
Only then did Su Han speak, his voice ice-cold.
"I've already offended the Sturgeon Group and the Earth Dispatch Bureau."
"So what if I offend the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult too?"
He casually shook the blood and brains off his hand.
"I paid such a heavy price. I've only got a few days left to live."
"And I'm supposed to let someone put a leash around my neck and order me around like a dog?"
"As if."
As for the Sturgeon Group and his sister.
He would find a way himself.
He didn't need to rely on the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult.
Still less on someone like Zhao Lei.
Su Han turned and looked at the Baodan expert slumped on the floor.
The man had watched everything unfold, his face full of shock, but a sneer soon appeared.
"Fighting among yourselves, hahaha!"
"So this is how your Ten Thousand Immortals Cult behaves..."
Su Han walked over, his expression cold.
Then he threw a punch.
His fist struck the man squarely in the forehead.
His skull cracked, and a mist of blood burst out, splattering chunks of bloody flesh across the floor.
The Baodan expert was dead too.
Su Han wiped his hands briefly. His heart finally calmed, and he turned and left the room.
But he had only just reached the corridor.
Rumble!!!
The entire building suddenly shook violently.
Dust fell from the ceiling, and spiderweb cracks spread across the walls.
A terrifying crash came from above. Then scorching heat instantly swept over the place, and countless plastic objects began to melt, giving off white smoke.
At the same time, a furious roar came from upstairs.
"You Ten Thousand Immortals Cult people have some nerve, how dare you..."
Before he could finish, an even louder explosion drowned him out.
Su Han rushed to the window and looked outside.
The sight made his pupils contract.
In the distant sky, a blood-red pillar stretched from earth to heaven.
Over ten meters across and hundreds of meters tall, it looked like a colossal pillar holding up the sky.
Heat waves seared the air, and heaven and earth glowed blood-red. It was almost like dusk in the middle of the day, the space between heaven and earth seemingly dyed the same color.
The whole world was like a painting torn apart by the searing heat of the Blood Pillar!
It truly looked like a scene of dusk in hell.
Besides that, dozens of Wolf Smokes billowed as they moved swiftly between the buildings, flames soaring wherever they passed.
Explosions, roars and the crashing of collapsing buildings blended together.
The entire center of Jinghai City had become an asura field.
Astonished, Su Han murmured to himself.
"Such a terrifying Blood Pillar. That must be a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cult, an Immortal Martial Arts Blood Pillar Realm expert."
The Immortal Martial Arts Blood Pillar Realm.
It was indeed powerful.
The display before him was almost inhuman.
And in the distance, fighting that expert.
Were the ultimate complete-form cyborgs of the Sturgeon Group and the Earth Condemnation Bureau.
Their Rainbow Steel bodies looked tiny beneath the Blood Pillar, but every collision unleashed a terrifying shock wave of energy.
Su Han withdrew his gaze.
He looked no longer.
What he needed to do now was obtain the Giant Whale Sect's Secret Martial Arts, then leave this place of trouble.
He walked a little farther.
At a corner in the corridor, he encountered an injured Baodan expert.
The man had lost an arm, and the wound was still bleeding. He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper.
When he saw Su Han, his expression changed abruptly, and he turned to flee.
But he had only just gotten up.
Su Han had already dashed forward, seized his neck with his right hand like an iron clamp, and pinned him against the wall.
Without wasting words, he demanded coldly.
"Tell me your Giant Whale Sect's cultivation method."
"Explain everything, including how to train and how to fight."
The man struggled, but when he found resistance was useless, he immediately resigned himself to his fate.
"Big brother, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"I'll talk. I'll tell you the secret cultivation method right now!"
"Please, big brother, spare my life!"
The man clearly valued his life more, and he wasn't as stubborn as the previous one.
Soon, he had revealed the Giant Whale Sect's Secret Martial Arts.
Every training and combat method, from Ming Jin to True Gang, without leaving a single one out.
Su Han committed them all to memory.
This Giant Whale Secret Martial Arts.
Its Giant Whale Jin Force emphasized overwhelming force and power, using sheer strength to overcome every technique.
Trained to the utmost, a single punch was like the sweep of a giant whale's tail, capable of bringing down a building.
It was a very pure Secret Martial Arts technique, but its combat power was genuinely formidable.
After listening, Su Han went over it in his head.
With over six hundred points of comprehension, he could easily judge whether the Secret Martial Arts cultivation method was genuine.
His luck was good. The man had told the truth.
There was no need to find anyone else.
"Brother, I've told you everything. Could you let me go..."
The Baodan expert spoke in a trembling voice.
But Su Han merely swung a casual punch.
It looked ordinary, but it contained tremendous power. With subtle jin force, it instantly penetrated the man's entire body without causing any physical damage.
The man's body went limp, and he fell dead.
Su Han looked at him coldly.
"I never said I'd let you go."
"But since you were honest, I'll leave your corpse intact."