Wu Shattered Star River

The bright moon hung high, its silvery light draping the sea in a shimmering gown. Waves converged into a line, tirelessly surging towards the horizon.

The night was inherently enchanting, but the potent stench of blood emanating from the southern Demon Sea cast an eerie pall over the sky and waters.

In the sky, an old man with white hair flew with frantic speed, his face etched with terror. He constantly glanced back, a celestial-grade defensive talisman radiating a protective aura around him, and a massive black shield materialized in his hand.

Yet, the white-haired elder remained far from secure. As the sound of air being torn apart echoed from behind, he felt as though the Grim Reaper's footsteps were drawing inexorably closer.

A figure rapidly approached, dragging a colossal lightning chain hundreds of feet long.

The chain blazed with blinding white light, punctuated by countless tiny arcs of lightning, resembling a war god's whip or, more accurately, the scythe of death.

“Chi la!”

The figure behind him moved with far greater speed, swiftly closing the gap. The massive lightning chain cleaved through the air, causing the very space to ripple and convulse like a tempestuous sea.

“It's over!”

The white-haired elder was engulfed by the spatial shockwaves, feeling as though he had become a lone skiff in a raging ocean, his speed drastically reduced, despair etched upon his face.

“I'll fight it!”

The white-haired elder roared, his hands moving in a flurry, instantly stirring the surrounding winds into a tempest.

The gale gathered behind him, coalescing into a colossal wind dragon, its body formed entirely of wind blades, hurtling towards the pursuer at terrifying speed.

“Human Slaughter!”

A thunderous roar erupted from behind. With a single hand, he unleashed a saber strike, the blade erupting with a radiant black light that stretched for ten thousand feet.

As the black light descended with the saber, it coalesced into a martial artist's phantom image, thirty feet tall. The phantom charged forward, blade in hand, colliding with the wind dragon.

“Boom!”

The air violently convulsed. The wind dragon, outmatched, was annihilated by the martial artist's phantom, which continued its furious charge, cleaving its blade down upon the white-haired elder.

“Shua!”

The pursuing martial artist continued his relentless chase, the colossal lightning chain tearing through the sky, slamming heavily into him.

The white-haired elder's entire body blazed with blinding white light, his form becoming translucent, revealing his very bones.

His body convulsed violently, before his flesh turned to charred ash, his life force rapidly extinguished, finally plummeting heavily into the sea.

“Hua~”

The white-haired elder's corpse floated on the sea's surface. With a flicker, the dark figure in the sky snatched a spatial ring that had automatically detached.

He scanned his surroundings, sensed something, and then shot off toward the southwest.

“How many is that? Ninth?”

Flying rapidly, Jiang Han muttered to himself. Today, fifteen Celestial Realm cultivators had ambushed him, and this seemed to be the ninth he had slain.

Lü Jian, Lü Rong, and Lü Heng were dead. Chunyu Yan, Chunyu Ling, and Chunyu Xi were dead. The Celestial Realm cultivators brought by Ye Luo, Ning Xie, and Jiang Ya had each been killed.

Now, only Ning Xie and Ye Luo remained, each fleeing with one Celestial Realm cultivator, while one from the Jiang family had also escaped, and a member of the Azure Garment Palace had fled. Jiang Ya's whereabouts were unknown.

Jiang Han had gone completely mad!

He didn't want to think about anything; he just wanted to kill to his heart's content. As long as he had the chance, he wouldn't let anyone who participated in the ambush tonight escape.

“Shua!”

Sensing the fluctuations in space, he rapidly gave chase.

He had only just broken through to the Celestial Realm, yet his speed rivaled even Ning Xie. Of all the Celestial Realm cultivators present today, probably only Si Li and Ning Xie were as fast as he was.

“It's over, Brother Han has gone bloodthirsty. I don't know how today's situation will end…”

On a distant reef, Jiang Lang, lying prone, watched the shadow flitting away. His heart sank.

Jiang Han had killed Chunyu Yan, completely breaking ties with the Azure Garment Palace. He had also killed Lü Jian, and the Lü family would likely be enraged.

If Jiang Han continued his pursuit and killed Ning Xie and Ye Luo as well, he would forge deadly feuds with two more Dominator-level factions.

Jiang Lang didn't know how today's events would conclude. He desperately wanted to advise Jiang Han, but he didn't dare move, didn't dare make a sound.

With his cultivation level and combat strength, simply coming here to spectate was already risking being killed at any moment.

He had no way to influence this situation, let alone change it. He could only helplessly watch as Jiang Han roared away.

Jiang Han's speed was too fast!

After only a few dozen breaths, he spotted two black dots ahead, precisely Ye Luo and the subordinate he had brought.

Ye Luo's Winged Horse Chariot had been abandoned near Black Shark Island, and he didn't care about it now, fleeing for his life.

He didn't want to think about anything; he just wanted to escape this place, to get as far away from the god of death, Jiang Han, as possible.

“He's catching up!”

Sensing the sound of air being torn apart behind them, Ye Luo's heart sank. He and the Celestial Realm elder glanced back.

They saw Jiang Han dragging the colossal lightning chain as he pursued them, and terror filled their eyes.

“Young Palace Lord, you escape first!”

The Celestial Realm elder behind him gritted his teeth, a look of determination on his face.

Their mission was to protect their master. They could die, but Ye Luo could not. If Ye Luo died, not only would they be unable to live, but their families would suffer as well.

“Shua!”

After speaking, the elder resolutely turned around, wielding his longsword as he charged toward Jiang Han.

“Grandpa Gu!”

Ye Luo's eyes turned red, and he roared in anguish.

This man had watched him grow up since he was a child. Although not a blood relative, he was as good as family, and now he could only watch him go to his death.

“Young Palace Lord, go!”

The elder roared. Ye Luo could only close his eyes, fleeing rapidly toward Heavenly Chaos Island.

The elder was giving him time to escape with his life. If he still hesitated, then the elder would have died in vain.

“Jiang Han, as long as I can escape back to Heavenly Chaos Island, I will definitely return to the Eternal Night Palace and gather experts to tear you into a million pieces!”

Ye Luo roared lowly, gritting his teeth as he flew.

“Chi la——”

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound tore through the space behind him. Ye Luo felt as though his eardrums had been pierced by the sound.

An extremely terrifying aura emanated from behind, causing Ye Luo's entire body to convulse violently.

“Void Breaking Realm?”

Ye Luo's flying body paused. He abruptly turned around, looking behind him, and after a glance, his eyes shone like stars.

In the void hundreds of feet to Jiang Han's right, a white longsword pierced out, surrounded by flowing light, with faint silver frost swirling on its blade.

A martial artist completely shrouded in a black robe emerged from the void, wielding the longsword as he stabbed directly at Jiang Han.

To be able to emerge from the void, and with such a terrifying aura, this black-robed man was undoubtedly a Void Breaking Realm cultivator!

Which family's Void Breaking Realm expert was this?

Ye Luo's eyes flickered. The Azure Garment Palace martial artists were all women, and this black-robed man was clearly male, so he wasn't from the Azure Garment Palace.

Besides the Azure Garment Palace, there were only the Star Pavilion and the Eternal Night Palace. The Eternal Night Palace only had two Void Breaking Realm cultivators on Heavenly Chaos Island, and he knew them both, so it was clearly not them.

Could it be from the Star Pavilion?

Ye Luo then shook his head. This time, they hadn't notified any Void Breaking Realm experts, fearing they would hinder their ambush.

Ning Xie and Jiang Ya had both sneaked out. Since it wasn't from the Star Pavilion, which faction did this Void Breaking Realm expert belong to?

“Mm?”

Over there, Jiang Han was about to attack the Eternal Night Palace's Celestial Realm cultivator when he suddenly turned his gaze to the right, meeting the eyes of the black-robed man beneath his hood.

“Shen Tianbao!”

Although it was night, and the black-robed man's face was even more obscured by the hood, Jiang Han exchanged a glance with those murderous eyes, and the name of a person instantly appeared in his mind.

He was in the Celestial Realm, his perception was astonishing!

He sensed the black-robed man's aura and instantly confirmed his identity.

“Jiang Han, die——”

The black-robed man's lips moved, emitting a beast-like growl. His longsword, carrying an aura that would obliterate everything, stabbed toward Jiang Han like lightning.