A flash of cold light, a splatter of blood, and a piercing scream—the Wu family patriarch's left arm flew off like a kite with a broken string.

"ah!"

The Wu family patriarch roared in agony, his voice echoing throughout the entire Su family mansion.

The next moment, he was also struck in the leg by a sword, but this time, Fang Han did not cut off his leg, but skillfully severed his Achilles tendon.

The Wu family patriarch suddenly lost his balance, kneeling on one knee, his right hand covering his severed arm, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining his green robe red.

However, Fang Han did not stop there.

He flashed like a ghost and appeared in front of the Wu family patriarch, his long sword striking towards the patriarch's shoulder blade with the force of a thunderbolt.

With a "thud," the longsword easily pierced through the shoulder blade of the Wu family patriarch, severing it.

At this moment, the Wu family patriarch could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and the longsword fell to the ground.

Although his meridians were not yet severed and his dantian was not yet destroyed, he had already lost his fighting ability. He lay on the ground, on the verge of death.

His eyes were vacant as he stared at the gray sky, his heart filled with regret and resentment.

He knew that he was doomed and would die here.

In his final moments, he finally realized that the gap between himself and Fang Han was like an insurmountable chasm.

Even if he hadn't been outmaneuvered by Fang Han, and his true essence hadn't stagnated, he still wouldn't be a match for Fang Han.

After all, Fang Han hadn't used his full strength at all.

He thought Fang Han's combat strength was at least at the mid-stage of the Divine Sense Realm. Little did he know that Fang Han was now able to fight against experts at the Yuan Dan Realm.

"This...how is this possible?"

Among the Su family members, someone was the first to let out a trembling exclamation.

"The Wu family patriarch was actually defeated by Fang Han. Where did this freak come from? I have a feeling that he has been possessed and is not the same person as before."

Immediately afterwards, another voice, filled with astonishment and fear, rang out.

"The Wu family patriarch is about to die. If that happens, my Su family will never be able to rise again."

An elderly man from the Su family, his face filled with sorrow, his voice brimming with helplessness and despair.

"Wu Qiang, the patriarch of the Wu family, is an elder of the Qingxuan Sect. I've heard that Wu Qiang is the personal disciple of the Cangyun Supreme Elder. It's said that even the Zhenbei King received guidance from the Cangyun Supreme Elder. No matter how powerful Fang Han is, could he possibly withstand a single sword strike from the Cangyun Supreme Elder?"

In the crowd, some people lowered their voices, their reverence for the Supreme Elder of Cangyun evident in their words.

“You’re absolutely right. Fang Han killing Wu Qiang will definitely attract even more powerful figures. He’s practically courting death.”

A person next to him quickly chimed in.

For a moment, the members of the Su family began to whisper among themselves, and unease and fear filled the air.

"Fang Han, do you really dare to kill me? Even these insignificant ants of the Su family know that if you kill me, my master, Elder Cangyun, and even the sect leader of my Qingxuan Sect will take action. At that time, you and your family will all die without a burial place!"

The Wu family patriarch lay on the ground, his breath weak but still unwilling to die.

Listening to the Su family's discussion, he grasped at the last straw and shouted with all his might, trying to intimidate Fang Han with the power of the Qingxuan Sect.

At this moment, all he could think about was that as long as he could survive, his severed arm could be reattached and his broken shoulder blade could be repaired.

He had endured over a hundred years of arduous cultivation to finally become an elder of the Qingxuan Sect and possess the profound cultivation of the Divine Sense Realm. If he were to die so ignominiously, wouldn't all his efforts and hard work over the past hundred years have been in vain, and everything would be reduced to nothing?

"Alright, then I'd like to see just how important your position is in the Qingxuan Sect. I really want to see if your master, Elder Cangyun, and the sect leader of the Qingxuan Sect are as muddle-headed and unreasonable as you."

Fang Han stood there, upright and calm.

"Fang Han, please, please don't kill me. I'm willing to compensate you with the cultivation secrets and precious pills of my Qingxuan Sect, as long as you spare me this time."

"When the Wu family patriarch saw that Fang Han was completely unmoved by the threats from the Qingxuan Sect, his fear intensified. Helpless, he could only plead in a low voice."

In order to survive, he had already thrown his dignity to the wind, completely losing the arrogance and majesty he usually displayed as an elder of the Qingxuan Sect.

"Qingxuan Sect's cultivation techniques and martial arts? I wouldn't even look at such low-level stuff. Besides, your Qingxuan Sect can't even refine any truly good pills."

Fang Han's expression was indifferent, his tone full of disdain. He said calmly, "If your Su family had apologized to me at Wu Lei and Su Qianyu's engagement banquet, perhaps I wouldn't have bothered with your Wu family so much. But you were quick to threaten violence and wanted to kill me. This predicament is entirely your own doing. It's too late to beg me now."

"Fang Han, you will definitely regret this!"

Upon hearing Fang Han's words, the last glimmer of hope in the Wu family patriarch's heart was shattered.

"regret?"

Fang Han's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely contemptuous smile, a smile like a frost blade in the cold night, carrying a hint of chill.

Without moving, he simply raised his longsword and casually swung it, unleashing an extremely sharp sword aura.

The sword energy was like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking the Wu family patriarch.

In an instant, blood splattered, and the head of the Wu family patriarch flew high into the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground.

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