Chapter 868: Chapter 867 If I’m Alive!

To say he wasn’t enraged would be a lie–for who truly wishes to die? Especially Su Han, who had lived his previous life as the Ancient Demon Dragon Emperor and was now reborn to live two lifetimes as a man.

Though he had lived for countless years in his prior existence, it only made him deeply aware of the preciousness of life.

And in this life, everything was different. He was no longer alone. He had Xiao Yuran, Xiao Yuhui, Su Qing, and Su Yao. He didn’t want to die.

But if one desires control over their fate, the only solution is strength.

Sizing up the innumerable attacks roaring toward him, Su Han narrowed his eyes. Though his mind swirled with countless thoughts, considering innumerable strategies, there was an undeniable truth–his cultivation base remained far too weak.

If no miracles occurred at this moment, he truly would die here.

“What should I do…?”

Su Han frowned deeply, watching the attacks grow closer. Yet in the moment, he was rendered helpless.

Black Wind Cliff was clearly just ahead, but despite the seemingly short distance, a towering mountain abruptly appeared, blocking his path.

“I don’t want to die! I cannot die!!!”

All at once, Su Han’s expression twisted savagely. Without hesitation, he began rapidly consuming his lifespan. Qingming Immortal Palace, Reincarnation Rebirth, Emperor’s Phantom, and Extreme Dao Divine Heaven–the Four Great Secret Arts–were unleashed once again!

Simultaneously, the Seven Swords Technique, various magic defenses, Blood Transformations, the Starry Ultimate Defense Sword–all came forth in an instant!

His casting speed was astonishingly swift. On any given day, this level of deployment would have been impossible within such a short timeframe. But now, Su Han didn’t hesitate to burn his lifespan. Within a few fleeting moments, more than seventy thousand years of his lifespan were consumed!

From the start of this battle to the present moment, Su Han had already lost over one hundred thousand years of life!

And yet, even after such sacrifice, Su Han still did not feel secure.

He was well aware–even with all these secret arts and such tremendous consumption of lifespan, he still couldn’t block the attacks from that terrifying existence.

But to stand idly and let himself be killed–absolutely not!

“Buzz~”

Just then, three figures abruptly materialized above the void.

These three wore the attire of the One Slash Palace. Around each of them swirled an enormous, illusory figure–each one a Demon Python!

“Dragon Slayers?!”

Upon seeing these three, nearly ten Dragon Emperor Realm figures from the Five Great Super Sects scowled darkly and gritted their teeth, saying, “Four Dragon Slayers have already appeared before. Now, three more have shown up? One Slash Palace–you seem determined to ensure Su Baliu survives at all costs!”

The three newcomers remained silent, springing into action immediately upon their arrival.

Truth be told, even though they were Dragon Slayers–more formidable than average Dragon Emperor Realm cultivators–the situation was dire. Facing nearly ten opponents, they were clearly outmatched and struggling to hold their ground.

Yet their intervention successfully diverted some of the enemy focus, preventing the near ten Dragon Emperor Realm individuals from killing Su Han outright.

The numerous attacks were swiftly blocked by the three, buying Su Han precious moments.

Seizing this brief reprieve, Su Han’s eyes shone brightly, and he charged toward the mountainside.

Without these three intervening, Su Han would have been doomed today. But with their intervention, he caught sight of a sliver of hope.

“Boom!”

The mountain was ordinary, and with Su Han’s physical power, it required no effort to attack. His extreme speed alone was sufficient to smash through the mountain with an earth-shattering crash.

Though the time spent breaking through the mountain was brief, it created a crucial moment of delay. And it was precisely at this moment that the horrifying hand strikes from the terrifying existence arrived.

“Boom!”

“Crack!”

“Splat!”

A series of sounds burst forth. The first–a collision of the hand against Su Han. The second–the collapse of Su Han’s external magic defenses and the Extreme Dao Divine Heaven Secret Art. The third–the shattering of his Holy Spirit-level defensive equipment!

By reason, such astonishing defensive capabilities should have been nearly invincible–especially the Holy Spirit-level equipment. Even if Su Han’s cultivation base was insufficient, its sturdiness should have held up. Yet under that monstrous hand, all was as fragile as paper–utterly demolished upon contact.

The third sound was Su Han spitting blood, his face pale as death.

His speed was impressive, but with such devastating force hitting him, his figure was knocked violently downward.

As he was suppressed, Su Han unleashed Qingming Immortal Palace, Emperor’s Phantom, and Reincarnation Rebirth.

But undeniably–

Qingming Immortal Palace collapsed!

Emperor’s Phantom dissipated!

Reincarnation Rebirth… forcibly severed!

Everything crumbled–like an ant struggling in the fist of a giant. Despite sacrificing tens of thousands of years of lifespan, none of it could withstand even a single moment beneath that monstrous hand!

The starlight from the Starry Ultimate Defense Sword hadn’t yet fully descended before the hand tore through the starry sky. The Seven Swords Technique was deployed in its entirety, but failed to faze the hand–even slightly. It didn’t even manage to briefly obstruct its motion.

The hand struck Su Han, severely hindering his speed, but Su Han refused to stop.

The Black Wind Cliff was now so close, almost within reach. Just one more moment–just one more step–and he could enter the Black Wind Cliff!

But given the situation, that one step seemed hopelessly unattainable.

“Hahahahaha…”

At that moment, Su Han coughed up blood repeatedly, his complexion ashen and drained of color.

Still, the despair on his face vanished, replaced by a booming laugh instead.

It was not laughter born of escaping death; it was laughter forged from wrath, hatred, and grievance.

“The Sect of the Battle God, Giant Island, Jade Void Palace, Sword Immortal Tomb, Immortal Dao Court…”

Su Han began to speak, despite being brutally suppressed by the monstrous hand. Wiping the blood from his lips, he uttered each word with deliberate rage and venom: “It seems Su Han cannot survive this day. But mark my words–if by chance I manage to survive, I will no longer care about the calamity of the Dragon Martial Continent. I will not spare a thought for whether you and I are fellow inhabitants of this land. I will kill you all!”

“If I live, on the day of my return, all lives belonging to the Five Great Super Sects–spared not one!!!”

His declaration was soaked in hatred, his fury palpable enough to shake hearts. Upon hearing it, the near ten Dragon Emperor Realm individuals furrowed their brows deeply.

In that moment, there wasn’t any trace of ridicule among them; instead, they felt an icy chill piercing their very souls.

It was inexplicable–a sensation borne of Su Han’s sheer wrath, rattling even them who were in the Dragon Emperor Realm.

Not only them, but Su Han’s voice roared across the skies, amplified by his sacrificed lifespan, spreading outward with staggering speed.

This place wasn’t far from the Central Domain, and as Su Han did not deliberately suppress his voice, it soon reached Dragon Martial City.