Chapter 850: Chapter 849: One Slash Palace Earth Sacrifice!

This figure appeared extremely young, seemingly about the same age as Su Han, with handsome features, deep black eyes, fair skin, and long hair rippling in the void.

If it weren’t for blocking his own path, purely judging by appearance, Su Han would certainly have a slight favorable impression toward this man.

But now, he was an enemy!

From his clothing alone, it was clear this man… belonged to Giant Island!

“Su Zun, we meet again.”

The young man stared at Su Han for a moment, then faintly smiled and said, “I trust you’ve been well.”

“Who are you?”

Su Han furrowed his brows, having never seen this person before, and revealed no recollection. He quickly added, “And stop calling me Su Zun. I suppose in your eyes, I’m doomed to die today.”

“To survive this long under the assault of so many methods from our Five Great Super Sects, with your mere Dragon God Realm cultivation base–it’s something I did not expect, and something none of us foresaw.”

The youth said calmly, “Calling you Su Zun for once–what harm is there?”

Others calling Su Zun was one thing, but this man’s manner of address clearly carried sarcasm.

To claim to want to kill Su Han, yet call him Su Zun–it should be known that those who truly addressed Su Han as ‘Su Zun’ would certainly not entertain thoughts of murder. Face-to-face, they’d offer respectful gestures, kneel, and bow in submission.

“Reveal your identity,” Su Han exhaled deeply and said.

It wasn’t confidence but the desire to understand this person. If he could survive today, he would never let those hunting him escape justice!

“Arrogant, as the rumors suggest.”

The young man shook his head slightly with apparent disdain and calmly said, “Your arrogance is somewhat laughable, but telling you wouldn’t hurt. You and I met once… Oh no, I saw you once before, within the Mountain of the Divine Medicine. When you killed Liushui Kuanghan, I intervened.”

“The Seventh Holy Son?!!”

Su Han’s pupils contracted fiercely. Of course, he vividly remembered that incident.

At the time, Liushui Kuanghan believed he could slay Su Han but almost got counter-killed instead. Desperately, he summoned the Seventh Holy Son of Giant Island.

This man indeed possessed strong abilities, being at the Dragon Emperor Realm Early Stage. If not for Su Han summoning Myriad Treasures Pavilion’s Earth Sacrifice Falling Dust to intervene, he might really have died at this person’s hands.

“There are rumors that within Giant Island, there are Seven Great Holy Sons. It seems this is no falsehood.”

Su Han said solemnly, “But what surprises me is that the lowest-ranked Seventh Holy Son is already at the Dragon Emperor Realm.”

“There’s much you haven’t anticipated,”

The Seventh Holy Son smiled faintly and continued, “But it’s not what you think. The external claims that Giant Island’s Seven Great Holy Sons rank according to cultivation base are not true. In reality, the ranking is based on the time each advanced to becoming a Saint Heir. It’s quite possible that my strength as the Seventh Holy Son surpasses that of the First Holy Son.”

Su Han remained silent. Clearly, the Seventh Holy Son had quite the pride to even bother explaining this, yet claiming to be stronger than the First Holy Son?

Utter nonsense!

The First Holy Son of Giant Island was undeniably the strongest among the Seven Great Holy Sons, with the longest survival time and the highest status as a Saint Heir!

It was even said that when the First Holy Son became a Saint Heir, the Second Holy Son hadn’t been born yet; even as other Saint Heirs emerged, the First Holy Son retained his position without being surpassed.

From this alone, it was evident how terrifying the First Holy Son was–far beyond something as simple as the Dragon Emperor Realm Early Stage.

However, Su Han didn’t believe the First Holy Son would act today. First, by his status, calling upon him would require Giant Island to pay a tremendous price.

Second, the crisis arranged by the Five Great Super Sects was already overwhelming. To hunt someone merely at the Dragon God Realm–no matter how uncertain they were–with so many Dragon Emperor Realm cultivators, it was already sufficient.

Even Giant Island probably wouldn’t involve the First Holy Son.

It would be akin to using a cannon to kill a mosquito–a complete waste.

“Enough talk; if you want war, then let’s fight!” Su Han snorted coldly.

“Fight?”

The Seventh Holy Son sneered, “You’re overestimating yourself. You and I both know clearly that while your talent is monstrous and you can kill cultivators at the Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm, when faced against the Dragon Emperor Realm, you are still outmatched. I can easily kill you.”

“Then try me!” Su Han retorted coldly.

“The ignorant are fearless…”

The Seventh Holy Son’s eyes narrowed, a killing intent gradually surfacing in his gaze, as the aura of his Dragon Emperor Realm cultivation surged rapidly.

Clearly, while he kept declaring that Su Han wasn’t his opponent, Su Han’s reputation over the years had stirred concern within him enough to make him cautious.

Just as he prepared to strike, the Seventh Holy Son’s expression suddenly changed. He swiftly turned his head to look toward the space not far to Su Han’s left.

At the very moment he glanced toward it, a blazing Light Pillar suddenly shot out from that space, moving at an extreme speed. In the instant it emerged, it fiercely struck the fiery red Light Barrier between Su Han and the Seventh Holy Son.

“Boom!!”

A deafening explosion resounded instantly, and the fiery red Light Barrier trembled violently before shattering with a sharp crack, disintegrating into fragments that vanished into the void!

“Damn it!”

Seeing this, the Seventh Holy Son’s expression darkened immediately.

Su Han was slightly stunned, seemingly realizing something, as he turned his gaze toward the space.

In his sight, an old man with gray hair and dressed in Qingyi slowly stepped out.

The old man held a horsetail whisk in his hand, which appeared tattered but was unmistakably extraordinary.

Aside from the horsetail whisk, he carried a pitch-black blade sheath on his back, with a long knife secured within it that faintly emitted a purple-black glow.

“One Slash Palace, Earth Sacrifice, Jiling.”

Upon his appearance, the old man calmly stated, seemingly introducing himself.

Then, his gaze fell on the Seventh Holy Son. With an composed air, he said, “As you said to Su Zun, I trust you’ve been well.”

“Jiling, what on earth did this Su Baliu give your Sect that even you had to come?”

The Seventh Holy Son’s expression was grim. He knew that with Jiling’s appearance, Su Han would undoubtedly survive.

The Five Great Super Sects, in their pursuit to kill Su Han, had promised massive rewards–so enticing even Dragon Emperor Realm cultivators like the Seventh Holy Son yearned for them.

But now, with Jiling here, he would inevitably thwart any attempt on Su Han’s life, and facing him, caution was paramount.

The individuals of the One Slash Palace were all madmen. Fighting them carelessly would lead to suffering.

Thinking of the rewards slipping from his grasp, the Seventh Holy Son’s expression grew even gloomier.