His sword strike was incredibly fast, pressing down like a mountain.

"Annihilation!"

Fang Han simply uttered two words and casually swung his sword at Wu Haomiao's longsword.

Buzz!

The old man's longsword was directly cut in half by Fang Han's Azure Dragon Sword.

Not only that, Wu Haomiao felt a surge of immense power coming from the sword. He was thrown back dozens of meters and crashed into a large tree, breaking it in two.

However, this old guy was still very skilled. His sword was broken, but he still held half of it tightly in his hand. His tiger's mouth was bleeding, but he still did not let go.

The other half of the broken sword had already flown away.

"Destroy!"

With a thought, Fang Han controlled the broken sword that had flown away.

Whoosh!

The broken sword streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning, then suddenly turned and shot towards the four early-stage Martial Grandmasters of the Wu family.

The four martial masters were shocked and quickly made their moves to defend themselves.

However, Fang Han found the sword techniques of these four people to be full of flaws.

The broken sword pierced through the weakest point of the sword technique, successively piercing the throats of these four novice Martial Grandmasters.

Blood splattered everywhere. All four men dropped their swords, clutched their throats, and made muffled noises.

But the gushing blood blocked their throats, and they could no longer utter the words they wanted to say.

Soon, the four novice Martial Grandmasters reached their end and died.

In the past, Fang Han would have definitely used the Qinse Heming Technique to devour the true energy of these people, but now that he has reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, it is meaningless for him to devour the true energy of those below his level, so he simply killed them.

The broken sword killed four people in a row, but it still hovered in the air, aimed at Wu Jianbo.

Of the seven top experts in the Wu family, only the injured patriarch Wu Haomiao and Wu Jianbo, the two most core figures, remain.

"Wow, Mr. Fang is really something."

This time, Ye Qianqiu shouted it out directly.

He no longer had any doubts about Fang Han, and instead worshipped him wholeheartedly.

Ye Zhong also held Fang Han in utmost awe. He estimated that if he were to fight Fang Han, he would not be able to withstand Fang Han's sword strike.

He was very fortunate to have received Fang Han's forgiveness. If he had really clashed with Fang Han, it would have been easy for Fang Han to kill him.

The Supreme Guest Elder of the Demon Suppression Division held a position in the Yanlong Kingdom that was above that of a mere city lord like him. If he were killed, no one would hold Fang Han accountable.

Both Wu Haomiao and Wu Jianbo were deathly pale.

Wu Jianbo, in particular, didn't have the courage to fight Fang Han at all.

Now, he hopes that his father, Wu Haomiao, still has some trump card up his sleeve that can severely injure Fang Han.

“Mr. Fang, we are sorry. This time, our Wu family was ignorant and allowed Wu Lei to marry Su Qianyu before you officially divorced her. If you spare my father and son today, our Wu family will follow your lead from now on.”

But Wu Haomiao, that old fellow, threw away the broken half of his sword and bowed to Fang Han.

He had been menacing just moments before, but now he was extremely humble.

This surprised his son, Wu Jianbo, and he felt desperate.

He had only ever seen his father treat the Wu family's patriarch, Wu Qiang, with such respect, but now, his father was actually submitting to a twenty-year-old young man named Fang Han.

Moreover, Fang Han is a notorious good-for-nothing idiot, whom the Wu family used to look down on.

"The head of the number one family in Yanming City was defeated and subdued by Mr. Fang in a single move?"

Ye Qianqiu and the others were utterly shocked by what they saw.

At this point, all they felt for Fang Han was reverence.

Fang Han looked at Wu Haomiao, the old man, and said calmly, "Old man, stop pretending to submit to me. Aren't you still holding a sword talisman in your palm?"

"Fang Han, I didn't expect you to have the strength of the Divine Sense Realm at such a young age."

Wu Haomiao straightened up again after bending over, and looked at Fang Han and said, "I never thought that I would be forced to use my trump card by a good-for-nothing fool. You killed my son Wu Zhenyu, you crippled my grandson Wu Lei, and you also killed so many experts of my Wu family. I will settle this score with you slowly."

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Even if he manages to capture Fang Han today and use Fang Han's dantian to repair his grandson Wu Lei's dantian, the Wu family has already suffered heavy losses due to the deaths of so many experts, even damaging its very foundation.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Is this the sword talisman of your Wu family ancestor, Wu Qiang?"

But Fang Han said calmly, "Even if your ancestor comes in person, I will still cut off his dog's head."

"Boy, you are indeed powerful, but compared to my ancestor, you are nothing. Now prepare to die."

Wu Haomiao was furious. He suddenly stretched out his palm, made a hand seal, and the small yellow sword talisman in his palm flew up into the air and transformed into a giant sword that shone with golden light.