"Old man, we've reached this critical juncture, your life hanging by a thread, and you still dare to try and scare me with the Qingxuan Sect? Do you think that trick will work?"

Upon hearing Wu Qiang's threatening words, Fang Han showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with disdain.

"Fang Han, it is undeniable that the strength you have shown is indeed extraordinary and astonishing. But are you really so arrogant as to think that you can contend with the giants of my Qingxuan Sect? Do you know that my Qingxuan Sect has several peerless experts at the Yuan Dan Realm? Any one of them could easily annihilate you."

Seeing that Fang Han remained unmoved, Wu Qiang, the patriarch of the Wu family, grew increasingly anxious and could only continue to embellish his story to frighten him.

At this moment, he had exhausted all his tricks and racked his brains. This was his last resort, hoping to intimidate Fang Han and find a glimmer of hope.

"Yuan Dan Realm? What a coincidence, I've long wanted to spar with a Yuan Dan Realm expert."

Fang Han said calmly.

"Fang Han, you really don't know what's good for you. Do you really think you can fight against a Yuan Dan realm expert? The true giants of my Qingxuan Sect can easily suppress you like an ant with just a wave of their hand. I advise you to be sensible and let me leave now, otherwise, when the experts of my Qingxuan Sect arrive, you will surely die without a burial place!"

Seeing that Fang Han remained calm and fearless, the Wu family patriarch felt increasingly uneasy, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, almost roaring as he threatened Fang Han.

At this moment, he had already torn off his previous pretense of composure, because he clearly felt that although Fang Han was talking to him, the sword in his hand never stopped, the attack became more and more fierce, the killing moves came one after another, and the sword was more and more urgent. He gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and was completely suppressed by Fang Han.

"Why does the Wu family patriarch have so much nonsense to say to this kid Fang Han? This kind of nagging doesn't seem like something a patriarch would do."

Within the Su family camp, a young member, his face full of doubt, couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with confusion.

"From what I'm hearing, it seems the Ancestor is begging Fang Han to let him go? How is that possible? The Ancestor is an elder of the Qingxuan Sect, with a noble status and great strength. How could he show weakness to a mere brat?"

Another person frowned, guessing with suspicion.

"You must have misheard! What kind of person is the Wu family patriarch? How could he possibly be no match for Fang Han? That's impossible. Fang Han must be bluffing, and the patriarch is just stalling for time."

A woman spoke with certainty, trying to convince the crowd with her judgment.

The members of the Su family were all talking at once, each holding their own opinion.

Some of them felt a growing sense of unease after hearing what the Wu family patriarch said, their eyes revealing a hint of worry.

After all, Fang Han's strength was too astonishing. If the Wu family patriarch was really no match for him, then the Su family would be in grave danger.

"Old man, you've lived for over a hundred years. By now, you should be worldly-wise and have a deep understanding of human nature. How can you still be so naive and childish? Do you think I'd let you go? Don't you realize that if I let you go today, given your vengeful nature, you'll surely exact a furious revenge on the Fang family in the future? So, you must die today. This is your own fault, and you can't blame anyone else!"

Fang Han's voice, like a resounding bell, rang out clearly and firmly over the battlefield. Each word struck the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer.

Upon hearing Fang Han's resolute words, Su Aiai's face instantly turned ashen.

Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the battle unfolding before her.

At this moment, she also keenly noticed that Fang Han appeared calm and composed from beginning to end, with every move exuding confidence and composure.

On the other hand, the Wu family patriarch, though outwardly still putting on a brave face, revealed his inner fear and despair through his panicked eyes and rapid breathing.

"Fang Han, today it's either you or me who dies! I'll fight you to the death!"

Wu Qiang, the patriarch of the Wu family, roared with madness and determination in his eyes.

At this moment, he was driven to the brink of despair, knowing full well that if he did not fight with all his might, he would surely lose his life.

He clenched his teeth, his face contorted with pain and rage, and once again spat out several mouthfuls of scalding blood. The crimson drops of blood, like splashed rubies, landed on the gleaming longsword in his hand.

In an instant, the longsword seemed to be infused with violent power, its blade trembling violently and emitting bursts of buzzing, as if venting the owner's resentment and anger.

Immediately afterwards, his long sword, carrying a sharp gust of wind, shot straight at Fang Han's throat like a black lightning bolt, an attack that was extremely fierce.

The two were surrounded by chaos. The houses around them were teetering on the brink of collapse from the intense battle, with ruins everywhere. Dust filled the air like a thick gloom, making it hard to breathe.

On the ground, shocking cracks spread in all directions like the gaping maws of a ferocious beast.

The Wu family patriarch knew in his heart that if he continued to delay, every second he spent would push him toward the abyss of death.

Only by risking injury and taking a desperate gamble could he possibly find a chance to escape this desperate situation.

If I continue to passively take the beating, I will surely die without a burial place in no time.

"Even if you exhaust all your life essence, it will be a futile struggle and you will not be able to change today's outcome. You are doomed to die."

Fang Han's expression was cold and his eyes were like torches as he stared at the Wu family patriarch who was rushing towards him in a frenzy.

He stood calmly and slowly wielded his long sword.

The sword energy continued to slash out, forming an indestructible barrier that blocked all of the Wu family patriarch's frenzied attacks and suppressed him completely.

Fang Han used the Creation Sword Technique, an ancient and extraordinary skill whose level far surpassed that of the martial arts used by the Wu family patriarch.

The Wu family patriarch exerted all his strength, wildly wielding his longsword, creating a series of sword shadows, attempting to break through Fang Han's defenses.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge Fang Han even slightly.

In his eyes, the madness was gradually replaced by despair. His breathing became more and more rapid. Every swing of his longsword seemed to use up all his strength, and his arm trembled slightly from exhaustion.

Time passed second by second, and the life essence of the Wu family patriarch was finally exhausted.

In an instant, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him, as if all the strength had been drained from his limbs, leaving him swaying precariously.

The longsword in his hand also lost its previous sharp gleam at this moment, becoming dull and lifeless.

With his combat strength greatly reduced, he was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of Fang Han.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes. He precisely deflected the sword in the hand of the Wu family patriarch with his longsword. The powerful impact caused the Wu family patriarch's tiger's mouth to split open, and the longsword almost slipped from his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Han's sword strike continued, slashing down on the Wu family patriarch's unarmed left arm.