Chapter 534: Chapter 534: No One Can Save the Person I Want to Kill

This was the true might of a Saint, incomparable to the Holy Might emanating from a Holy Artifact.

A Saint?

Not a single Saint had been born in the Seven Stars Sect, let alone the entire Daozhou. How could one suddenly appear?

Both Su Han and Lei Ming’s attention was captivated. They looked over, eager to see which Saint had appeared.

High above in the sky, a towering figure clad in silver-white battle armor materialized. Rich Spatial Force vibrated beneath his feet, allowing him to cover a thousand meters in a single step—faster than Teleportation. In the blink of an eye, he moved from afar to appear right before them.

The battle armor was a lustrous white, covering his torso and limbs and making his towering figure appear even more majestic. This armor was no ordinary item but a Low Grade Holy Artifact. It was engraved with many Formation Patterns, granting it exceptionally strong defensive power.

This towering figure was a middle-aged man with a strong, square face. His features were tough and resolute, as if chiseled from stone, exuding a commanding presence even without any show of anger.

A powerful Holy Might washed over them like the clash of armored cavalry on a battlefield. It was suffocating, as if the man before them was an invincible general capable of slaughtering all living things.

Saint Realm Third Layer! Su Han’s gaze sharpened as he quickly assessed the middle-aged man’s strength.

He was puzzled. Where had this Saint come from? He was certain he had never seen the man before. Moreover, the stranger did not possess the unique murderous aura of the Demon Slayer Sect. Instead, he exuded the battle-hardened, ruthless temperament of a warrior.

The Tian Luo Net Holy Land! Su Han’s peripheral vision caught sight of Ye Chuanfeng, and a spark of realization flashed through his mind as he guessed the middle-aged man’s origin.

Ye Chuanfeng had always been a lapdog for the Tian Lou Saint. Su Han had been wondering who the prominent figure behind him was. Now, it seemed this powerful backer had finally revealed himself. What confused Su Han, however, was that this figure did not seem to be a master of calculation; rather, he was a peerless warrior.

"Tiger Strength Saint, you have finally arrived!" Upon seeing the middle-aged man, Ye Chuanfeng’s eyes lit up with wild joy, his face erupting with intense excitement.

He knew he was saved. He was not going to die!

Tiger Strength Saint was a powerful Saint from the Tian Luo Net Holy Land. No matter how monstrous Su Han was, he would be no match for him. Once Su Han was killed, he would be rescued. Although he had failed to complete the task assigned by the Saint Heir, at least his life was spared. He would also get to witness Su Han’s death firsthand. For him, this was the best possible outcome.

"Hmph, useless trash. If the Saint Heir hadn’t ordered me to bring you back, I wouldn’t bother saving you!" Tiger Strength Saint snorted coldly, his eyes filled with scorn and disdain. He clearly did not take Ye Chuanfeng seriously at all.

He was a Protector for the Tian Lou Saint and had come this time on his command, solely to help Ye Chuanfeng kill Su Han and eliminate a future threat. What he had not expected was that, despite many favorable conditions, Ye Chuanfeng had still botched the job. Not only had he failed to kill Su Han, but he had nearly been killed himself. This forced him to reveal himself and take action personally.

Su Han had close ties with the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and Saint You Heng was in the nearby Yun Province. Tiger Strength Saint had not originally planned to expose himself, as it would provoke enmity between the Tian Luo Net Holy Land and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, but now he had been compelled to appear. However, he intended to make it a quick battle. He would kill Su Han and then leave immediately. That way, even if Saint You Heng sensed his presence, he would not arrive in time. With Su Han dead, he assumed Saint You Heng would not pursue the matter relentlessly.

Of course, this was a last resort. The best strategy would have been for Ye Chuanfeng to kill Su Han himself. Then, if the Myriad Treasures Pavilion sought to assign blame, they could simply use Ye Chuanfeng as the scapegoat.

Unfortunately, plans rarely survive contact with reality. Thus, Tiger Strength Saint showed no courtesy toward Ye Chuanfeng, who in turn did not dare say a word. After all, this was a Saint who could crush him with a single finger, and right now, he needed saving.

SWISH!

Just then, Su Han suddenly accelerated. Ignoring Tiger Strength Saint, he unleashed the Character Technique of Motion and burst forward at the speed of sound, lunging directly for Ye Chuanfeng.

Tiger Strength Saint’s appearance made him realize he had to end this quickly. The longer the fight dragged on, the harder it would be to kill Ye Chuanfeng.

"Insolence!" Seeing Su Han continue his assault on Ye Chuanfeng even after he had revealed himself, Tiger Strength Saint’s expression instantly darkened.

As a Saint of the Tian Luo Net Holy Land, he was a lofty existence. Who would dare disrespect him?

Su Han may be a monstrous talent, but he’s still just a junior. Does he think he can disregard me just because of his close ties to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion?

"Since you’re so eager to die, I shall grant your wish!" Tiger Strength Saint snorted coldly. With a swift motion, he retrieved the Silver Dragon Holy Spear from his Storage Ring.

This was another Low Grade Holy Artifact. Its shaft was engraved with dragon patterns, making it look like a radiant silver dragon—majestic and extraordinary.

WHOOSH!

Wielding the Silver Dragon Holy Spear, Tiger Strength Saint thrust forward. The power of time immediately flowed around the spear’s tip, activating Time Acceleration. This made the thrust exceedingly fast, and combined with a burst of Spatial Force, it appeared behind Su Han in the blink of an eye.

The silver spear’s glow was brilliant and blinding. A fierce Holy Might erupted, and the world seemed to transform into a bloody battlefield, filled with the clangor of war and ceaseless, astonishing slaughter.

A fleck of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear, which struck like a dragon!

This thrust was like a silver dragon bringing about the apocalypse. It was terrifying beyond measure, punching a pitch-black hole through space itself. The spear’s tip was so bright it seemed capable of piercing anything. Even Su Han’s Great Accomplished Holy Body would not be able to withstand it.

"Su Han!" Lei Ming cried out anxiously, rushing to help. However, his Destruction Thunder Domain was crushed by the overwhelming Holy Might before it could even touch the Silver Dragon Holy Spear.

"Kill him, quickly!" Ye Chuanfeng, clutching the Seven Stars Sword while sprawled among the rubble, stared intently at Su Han, desperate to witness his death. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"No one can save the man I’m determined to kill!" Su Han stared coldly at Ye Chuanfeng, completely ignoring the Silver Dragon Holy Spear at his back. Gripping the Black Blade, he poured all of his Demonic Qi into it.

As for the Silver Dragon Holy Spear at his back, he took out his other seven Holy Artifacts and hastily assembled the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation, intending to use them to block the strike.

BOOM!

The Silver Dragon Holy Spear collided with the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation. A dazzling light erupted as a terrifying shockwave exploded outward. The seven Holy Artifacts were sent scattering, and the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation was shattered, but the Silver Dragon Holy Spear had been stopped. Its power was spent, and it could no longer reach Su Han.

Meanwhile, Su Han disregarded everything else, his eyes fixed solely on Ye Chuanfeng. With the Black Blade in hand, he activated the Demonic Patterns etched into its hilt, and immediately the force of time began to circulate along the blade.

"Thunderbolt Seven Absolute Slashes!"

Su Han used all his strength to execute the technique, manifesting the Thunder Dragon Saber Aura as it cleaved directly toward Ye Chuanfeng. Because of the force of time from the Demonic Patterns, Ye Chuanfeng could only watch in horror as the blade’s aura approached, unable to dodge.

"No!"

His pupils shrank in abject terror, but he was powerless to change his inevitable fate.

One slash fell. Ye Chuanfeng was dead.