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Seeing this situation, those who had just mocked He Xiu turned pale.
With this sword strike, it was clear that He Xiu was under immense pressure!
The Four Spirits of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind erupted violently; the sword's presence caused the void to shatter, as if the world were coming to an end.
The White Spirit Saintess sensed the danger and quickly grabbed the Purple Lotus Saint and fled down from the Vajra Sect.
No one had the time to pay attention to the two of them.
The elders of the Vajra Sect hurriedly urged their disciples to move elsewhere to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Han's eyes as his aura suddenly surged!
If He Xiu was a madman, then how was Jiang Han any different?
Regardless of whether He Xiu was truly insane or not, there was indeed a hint of madness deep within Jiang Han's bones.
After being tormented by Cold Poison for sixteen years, even a normal person would turn into a complete madman!
Jiang Han's expression remained indifferent, like a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for a thousand years. Even in the face of He Xiu's terrifying sword strike, he remained unfazed.
He slowly raised his hand; his Dantian served as a furnace, and his True Qi burned like fuel as he simply threw a punch.
This punch caused everyone present to change their expressions in unison.
Though it was a simple punch, this punch carried an unparalleled intent, tearing through the void and the heavens, infused with an unwavering determination and a courage that defied death—unstoppable!
There were no complex martial arts techniques involved, just a straightforward yet astonishingly powerful punch!
Everyone looked at him with astonished eyes, some in disbelief.
This was not the power of any Earth-Level Martial Arts or Heavenly Tier Martial Arts. Only Jiang Han understood that this martial art was a culmination of all the martial skills he had practiced, and its level might have already reached the legendary Supreme Level Martial Arts.
If a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy achieving the title of Martial Arts Grandmaster was merely impressive, then a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy creating Supreme Level Martial Arts was truly beyond imagination!
This was a punch that broke through all techniques, a punch without any moves, yet its power was earth-shattering.
At this moment, even the disciples of Manichaeism and the disciples of the Diamond Sect, who were far away, could not help but swallow hard.
"Since this punch is created by me, I shall call it 'Only I Am Supreme Fist'!"
Though it sounded somewhat arrogant, Jiang Han felt it was fitting; only such an audacious name could match the strength of this martial art!
"Only I Am Supreme Fist?" He Xiu quietly noted down the name of this punch but had no time for further thoughts.
As Jiang Han unleashed his punch, it seemed as if the void would shatter, and the ground beneath began to crack, unleashing a violent explosion of Earth Spirit energy!
This overwhelming force made even Bai Ling and Purple Lotus Saint, who had already fled to the foot of the mountain, gasp in astonishment. They secretly thought how fortunate they were; if they had been caught, whether they could survive today was still uncertain.
Under this stunning punch, the shadow formed by the Four Spirits Path Sword, which constituted the Life and Death Sword, only held for a moment before it cracked and shattered. A look of shock flashed in He Xiu's eyes, and even the Supreme Dao Sword in his hand trembled, clearly unable to withstand Jiang Han's immense power.
It is important to note that the Treasure Sword Technique in his hand was a treasured artifact of the Dao of Transformation, having endured for thousands of years and bathed in the blood of countless enemies from the Dao of Transformation. Although it appeared ordinary on the outside, the sword itself weighed a thousand pounds!
Yet even so, it still could not withstand Jiang Han's punch! He Xiu suddenly withdrew his sword, blood streaming from his hand as his grip had already split open.
Clang! He sheathed his treasured sword and cast a deep glance at Jiang Han before turning to descend the mountain.
"Hahaha, I, He Xiu, do not feel wronged in my defeat today. To be able to share an era with you, Jiang Han, is indeed a stroke of luck!"
Jiang Han's face darkened as he said loudly, "Brother He, why rush to leave? Let us drink and celebrate together before we battle another eight hundred rounds!"
Not wanting to let his opponent leave without finishing their exchange, Jiang Han intentionally provoked him.
However, upon hearing this, He Xiu stumbled slightly, nearly losing his balance. He then slowly raised his hand and waved it back casually while suppressing the intense pain in his body. Gritting his teeth, he feigned nonchalance and said, "Enough. We are wanderers of the rivers and lakes; how can we stay in one place for too long?"
This matter is also the fault of Sect Leader, forcing me to come out of the mountains without even checking the Almanac! What kind of ridiculous day did they choose, and why did they pick such an opponent for me! It's simply perverse!
He Xiu cursed inwardly, continuously damning the old monsters of the Dao of Transformation who were 'enjoying life' in the mountains.
"Master!" Five Scatterers noticed Jiang Han's face turn pale and hurriedly planned to support him.
Jiang Han waved his hand, signaling that it wasn't necessary. He was just a bit exhausted but not injured to the extent that he needed assistance.
He glanced at He Xiu's gradually disappearing figure and turned to Five Scatterers.
Five Scatterers misunderstood and quickly said, "Please rest assured, Master. I will definitely bring back the opponent's head!" Saying this, he prepared to rally people to pursue with a fierce aura.
Jiang Han rolled his eyes at them, somewhat speechless, and said, "He Xiu can't hold on for long. I want you to secretly follow him and ensure his safety. We can't let any wolves or dogs snatch him away."
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