I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

"There are many ways to regret; you can directly refuse, but you didn’t."

"The killing intent emanating from you, you want to kill me, not just regret."

There is a very fundamental difference between the two.

Why does Old Emperor Rong want to kill me?

A glance at the surprised face of Rong Ao beside him, Han Zhan might have found the answer.

Old Emperor Rong dragged his blade forward.

A formless darkness enveloped him, and as he approached, even the nearby fire pit was swallowed up and extinguished.

"Because you’re too outstanding."

"So outstanding that once I’m gone, Quanrong will surely be annexed by Xiqi, and even if not annexed, it will become a dependent."

"Jiang Ziya is old, he cannot become the master of Xiqi. Although Shen Luo is strong, his strength is limited to skill power."

"But you are different."

"Not only do you have talent far beyond mine; at such a young age, you possess two Supreme Treasures, and you have a mind, decisiveness, and personal charm."

Though Old Emperor Rong was praising Han Zhan, anyone with keen eyes could see that this only solidified his resolve to kill Han Zhan.

Emperor Rong is aging.

The New Emperor Rong might be able to smoothly take over the baton if no unforeseen events occur.

But Han Zhan’s sudden appearance disrupted this pace.

"You’ve only been here in Quanrong for two days, instantly killed a Molten Giant, targeted the Fire Celestial God, and resolved the Quanrong Divine Wrath problem."

"Even those ordinary Quanrong warriors genuinely respect you."

"You’ve overshadowed too much."

"Don’t blame me, as Emperor of Quanrong, I’m merely doing the right thing."

Old Emperor Rong finished speaking.

He was already in front of Han Zhan.

At this distance, with the length of the Black Blade and the speed of Old Emperor Rong’s strike.

He was certain that Han Zhan couldn’t escape.

That’s why he was willing to say so many unnecessary words to Han Zhan.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stepped out.

"No, you can’t!"

"I disagree!"

"Grandpa, you can’t do this!"

Rong Ao stood up from the side, blocking between Han Zhan and Old Emperor Rong.

Old Emperor Rong’s eyes narrowed slightly, like a prehistoric wild beast.

"Do you know what you’re saying?"

"I’ve taught you since childhood, a beast has no friends; it devours everything it can, becoming nourishment for its strength."

"You speak for him because you’ve been subjugated by him. A person who can subdue a beast is someone that must not be kept."

"Also, here, you should address me as Emperor Rong."

"Move aside."

Upon hearing Emperor Rong’s words, Rong Ao’s face turned very unsightly.

Just like this.

From childhood to adulthood, everything seemed to be under Emperor Rong’s control.

He had to drink magma, had to bathe in molten waters, had to eat that unpalatable lava heart, to appear extraordinary and different from others.

As if only this way could he earn the worship of the Quanrong people.

Everything was clearly arranged.

Thinking of this, Rong Ao clenched his fists tightly.

But even the strongest warrior of Quanrong before Old Emperor Rong can hardly muster much resistance.

Even standing here is already an immense courage and determination.

"Move aside."

Old Emperor Rong’s voice grew even more indifferent, ringing again.

"I won’t give you a third chance to choose."

"If you don’t move aside, my blade will cut you too."

"Though I’m old, I’m not dead yet. At worst, I can father another one, there’s still time to have a successor."

Rong Ao’s heart was in tumultuous conflict.

Old Emperor Rong, however, did not give him more time for hesitation.

Swish!

A streak of blade light flew straight towards him!

"Retreat!"

At the critical moment, Han Zhan moved.

He grabbed Rong Ao, his figure exploding backwards.

Han Zhan, although of normal male physique, single-handedly lifted the giant tower-like Rong Ao, an astonishing sight.

But upon closer examination,

Silver light like veins ran across Han Zhan’s arms, the flowing silver light giving the entire arm a dreamy sense.

Creation Skill.

It can be applied not only to external items but equally to oneself.

Under the infusion of Creation Skill, the billions of cells within Han Zhan’s body were filled, instantly pushing his physique to the utmost limit!

As Han Zhan dragged Rong Ao away from their original location, retreating backward,

Old Emperor Rong’s Sword Qi had already descended!

Every hair on Han Zhan’s body, every inch of skin seemed to tremble involuntarily with the Sword Qi.

Even before the Sword Qi fell, dense bloody marks began appearing on his skin.

What’s even more despairing is that he seemed locked by the Sword Qi, with nowhere to hide!

This is Old Emperor Rong,

This is the strongest blade that even cuts through the Fire Celestial God’s backlash!

"Run!"

Suddenly, the moment Rong Ao was dragged by Han Zhan, he reacted; he forcefully broke free from Han Zhan’s hold, then turned his back to the blade light.

Rong Ao violently pushed Han Zhan in the opposite direction.

He chose to stand against the sure-kill blade light.

The instant Han Zhan was pushed away, he regained control of his body, quickly tapping his feet twice to distance himself from Old Emperor Rong.

Rong Ao took the blow for him.

But he wasn’t dead.

Life Mark glowed emerald green on him, healing the ghastly wounds.

"You disappoint me greatly."

Old Emperor Rong emotionlessly looked at Rong Ao lying in a pool of blood, opening his mouth.

"A cowardly beast will only become prey for others."

"Moreover, your resistance is meaningless; one cut or two, it makes no difference to me."

Clang!

Just as his words fell, Old Emperor Rong grasped the sword hilt again, shaking it fiercely; the heavy, long Black Blade sounded with a sword cry.

Han Zhan just heard the sound, when the second blade light arrived!

This time, no one could block this blade for him!

Tens of thousands of Golden Profound Text gathered before him,

forming a massive Eight Trigrams Compass.

As the compass rotated, pale golden Profound Texts, like sentient chains, aimed to bind the unstoppable blade light.

Each golden chain contained hundreds of small Arrays.

With such a multitude of Array blessings, the golden chains became indestructible.

They bore against the Sword Qi, climbing and entwining around it.

But in the next moment, they shattered inch by inch, pulverized by the Sword Qi.

Finally, the blade light struck the center of the golden Eight Trigrams Compass,

held for less than three seconds,

all the Profound Text within the compass shattered, its shadow flickered, eventually vanishing entirely under the blade light.

Unopposed, the blade light continued forward, striking Han Zhan.

A massive wound suddenly appeared,

With Han Zhan’s weakened physique, unable to resist, struck by a single blade, he flew backwards.

One blade, critically injured!

After consecutively striking two blades, Old Emperor Rong’s visage rapidly aged visibly, unlikely able to strike a third blade.

But it’s already enough; the man who posed a threat to Quanrong certainly lies dead.

Suddenly, an emerald green mark floated mid-air, then under Old Emperor Rong’s incredulous gaze, merged into Han Zhan’s body.

Rong Ao’s voice was intermittent from the side:

"Sorry, Emperor Rong."

"But this is... the thing I believe is right."

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