Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

His sense of taste and touch disappeared one after another, and he could no longer even feel the long sword in his hand, as if his primordial spirit had left his original body and been sealed deep inside.

Even though he couldn't feel his body, Jiang Han still knew that the longsword was still firmly in his hand and that the lightning was still surging within him.

That's enough. Even without the sword, he still has thunder, wind, and can still feel the omnipresent power of the laws of heaven and earth.

After his five senses disappeared, his perception of the laws became exceptionally sensitive. The world transformed into countless dense, colorful threads. Although he could not see them, he could clearly sense which thread was changing.

Even if the change in location wasn't due to Ye Wusheng, it was still a means of assassination.

However, he did not make a move immediately. He needed to seize the opportunity to kill them with one blow. These disciples from the upper realm had too many trump cards, and he could not let them escape again, otherwise it would be difficult to have such an opportunity next time.

His current appearance resembled the helplessness of someone whose five senses had been blocked, at least that's what Ye Wusheng thought.

Everyone who is trapped by this trick will pretend to be calm, standing there with a tense face, closing their eyes to sense their surroundings, as if they have seen through his methods.

But in reality, once his Moon Shadow Blade pierces the opponent's head, the opponent will no longer react and will simply die quietly under the blade, unable even to escape in spirit.

This time will be no exception.

As a qualified assassin, Night Silence has no habit of toying with his prey.

So after waiting a moment to confirm that Jiang Han's five senses were completely sealed, he mobilized all the power of the Blood Moon and focused it on the Moon Shadow Blade. He wanted to kill him with one blow, not giving the opponent a chance to escape, nor giving Meng Qinghong a chance to rescue him.

The red light surged into the darkness from all directions and then disappeared. No one could see anything but a growing aura within it.

In a fleeting moment, that aura surged to its limit. Ye Wusheng activated his secret technique, completely merging with the darkness, like a ghost whose body could not be seen. Wielding the equally dark Moon Shadow Blade, he thrust it straight at Jiang Han's brow.

He moved with incredible speed and without a sound, almost blending into the space around him.

Let alone prey whose five senses and divine consciousness are blocked, even a Nascent Soul cultivator at his peak would have difficulty detecting his assassination attempt.

But just as he was about to touch Jiang Han's body, a bolt of azure lightning pierced through the darkness, striking the incoming Moon Shadow Blade precisely from below.

The crimson light burst forth, clashing briefly with the azure lightning. Then, a light shone between Jiang Han's brows, his sea of ​​consciousness opened, and he unleashed a bolt of pure black divine lightning as thick as a thumb. It instantly tore the crimson light apart, traveling upwards along Ye Wusheng's left arm and blasting half of his body to pieces.

The blood mist exploded, and the vivid blood light dyed the night red. Then, a golden light quickly spread out, forcefully suppressing the surrounding darkness and blood light.

Night No Sound could no longer maintain his composure; his face turned pale in the golden light.

He instinctively cried out in alarm, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a tiny, dark green needle, aiming it at Jiang Han's brow. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying to escape.

But as soon as he retreated, a bolt of black lightning erupted within his body, turning all his meridians and internal organs to ashes and vanishing in its wake.

At the same time, a sword light flashing with blue lightning collided with the thin needle. The sword light was pierced by the needle, but the needle was entangled by the lightning, its speed suddenly decreased, and Jiang Han dodged it.

Then, a sword light flashed again, striking directly at the center of Ye Wusheng's brow!

boom--!

The protective magic weapon exploded instantly, and the sword blade shot out a thousand-foot-long sword light the instant it touched his brow, piercing through Ye Wusheng's body and slicing him in two.

With a loud bang, the Annihilation Divine Lightning erupted completely within his body, blasting his physical form into ashes.

Ashes flew everywhere, and there was an eerie silence for a moment, followed by a loud scream.

"You scoundrel! How dare you destroy my physical body!!"

The silent spirit of the night emerged from the darkness, let out a terrified scream, and then turned and fled in fury.

The time just now was too short, and he still doesn't know what happened.

He didn't know how Jiang Han broke through the domain's blockade, nor how the other party discovered his attack, and he didn't even know how that sword destroyed his physical body.

And then there was the spirit needle he shot out in the emergency. It was a top-grade true spirit treasure, powerful enough to pierce the defense of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but it only pierced one of the opponent's flying swords before being dodged.

This is unreasonable!

Normally, that needle would be enough to pierce through dozens of magical artifacts from the lower realms, tear apart all the laws along the way, and finally easily pierce into the opponent's brow, severely injuring their primordial spirit.

But why? How exactly did the other party manage to block that needle?

Ye Wusheng didn't know how the other party did it, nor did he have time to know. He only had one thought: he had to escape, escape quickly, and get as far away from this monster as possible!

This was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying enemy since he began cultivating. He almost died; he really almost died just now.

Such monstrous beings, defying all reason, are simply beyond human control.

"Escape? Where do you think you're going?"

Suddenly, a voice filled with murderous intent rang in Ye Wusheng's ears, and a palm made of lightning rapidly enlarged before his eyes, blotting out the sky and the sun.

He was horrified, and in a moment of desperation, his eyes hardened, and he roared angrily:

"You dare chase me? You're asking for it!!"

Seeing that escape was impossible, his primordial spirit blazed with scorching black flames, and he began to recklessly burn his primordial spirit power. His aura surged several levels, and he swung his fist, which was covered in black flames, down towards the giant hand above his head.

The other party was pushing him too far and clearly intended to kill him. If he didn't fight back, he would surely die here today.

Since that's the case, let the other side die first!

Even if it costs him his life force, he must kill this boy to have any chance of survival.

The black flames scorched the void, causing it to tremble and the surrounding space to continuously collapse and tear apart.

Jiang Han did not hesitate at all. The blue lightning in his palm crackled and exploded as he continued to grab at the opponent's primordial spirit and press down on the opponent's fist.

The moment the two made contact, countless black lightning bolts erupted from the blue lightning, instantly crushing and extinguishing Ye Wusheng's black flames. Then, Ye Wusheng grabbed Ye Wusheng's hand, shrunk it, and withdrew it.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

Ye Wusheng's primordial spirit began to struggle frantically. The black lightning seemed to be the primordial spirit's natural enemy, making his scalp tingle, his primordial spirit tense, and his heart filled with uncontrollable fear.

The black lightning, carrying a terrifying sense of crisis, constantly washed over his primordial spirit, as if if he dared to touch even a trace of it, he would be instantly annihilated by the black lightning.

An intense life-or-death crisis overwhelmed him. He wanted to escape, he desperately wanted to escape, but he was already enveloped by black lightning, and there was nowhere for him to run.

"stop!!"

Xuan Moyu's attacks became more urgent, and he shouted loudly from afar:

"Jiang Han, we've really lost this time. If you spare his life, I'll take people away from here and return all these inheritances to you."

The words had barely left his mouth when Meng Qinghong quickened her pace, firmly blocking his path, and laughed loudly:

"Junior Brother Jiang, you don't need to pay attention to him. If you want to kill him, then kill him. With me here, this guy can't do anything to you."