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

"This...this...sunset???"

A hoarse, strained voice trembled from beneath the mask, and the silver-armored spirit tilted its head back, staring blankly at the blazing purple sun high in the sky.

He couldn't understand why Chenyang Immortal Emperor's Sunset Dao Technique could be used by a junior in the Nascent Soul stage.

Such Taoist arts can only be imitated by fully comprehending the true meaning of Chenyang Immortal Emperor's Taoist arts, and only then can one barely manage to perform a similar technique.

It would be almost impossible to perform the exact same Taoist technique.

Because everyone's understanding of heaven and earth is different, even with the same Daoist essence, the understanding of an Immortal Emperor will be completely different from that of others.

Just like the Blood World Technique he just used, it was created based on his understanding of the true meaning of the setting sun, combined with his own insights. When the blade falls, it destroys the world, and its power is earth-shattering.

Although its power cannot compare to that of a real sunset, it was once praised by the Immortal Emperor Chenyang himself. Being able to unleash nearly 20% of the power of a sunset technique is already quite remarkable.

However, this Blood World Dao Technique was created by him after he obtained the true meaning of the Dao Technique of Immortal Emperor Chenyang and spent ten thousand years comprehending it, finally understanding a little of the true meaning of the setting sun.

After that, no matter how much he tried to comprehend it, he was never able to make any further progress.

But this junior sword cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm actually used the true Sunset Dao Technique right in front of him.

Although it's not complete yet, it's at least six or seven parts similar!

How could this be? This junior is still young and his cultivation is shallow. Even if he is a kind of innate spiritual body, even if he started to comprehend cultivation from the womb, he has only been around for twenty or thirty years, right?

How did he comprehend the true meaning of the setting sun in such a short time, and how did he manage to unleash it?

How did he do it? How exactly did he manage to do it?

This is simply impossible. Even someone who has received the complete inheritance of an Immortal Emperor can only imitate it to a degree of 30 or 40%. It's absolutely impossible for them to achieve this level!

Just then, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky and slammed into him.

The blood-red longsword suddenly sank several feet, and several thick cracks appeared on the blade. The blood color on it quickly dimmed under the purple light.

The silver-armored spirit's expression changed again, and it murmured in a complicated tone, "It's about seven or eight parts similar..."

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and looked down sharply, wanting to see who this junior really was.

But as he looked down, he saw Jiang Han standing in mid-air, his eyes shining with the phantom image of a sun, slowly looking at him.

The two locked eyes for a moment, and just as the silver-armored spirit was about to speak, filled with complex emotions, Jiang Han's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word:

"fall!"

The moment the word was uttered, it seemed to trigger some kind of law. Although Ziyang had not yet made a move, an unimaginable force descended from the sky and crashed to the ground.

boom--!

The entire mountain exploded in an instant. Yun Fengzhu and the others tensed up and were crushed by the immense force, almost kneeling down. They then hurriedly used their own methods to retreat with shock, and only felt much better after retreating a hundred miles away.

Just as the group retreated, the crimson longsword high in the sky was the first to give way, its crimson color fading and its illusory blade shattering with a deafening roar.

The aura surrounding the silver-armored spirit dissipated, and its entire body was pressed down by immense force, crashing into the ruins with a thunderous roar.

His silver armor cracked, and the flames in his eyes were suppressed into his mask, unable to escape. His aura tightened, and he stood still, clenching his fists, struggling to withstand the pressure from the setting sun.

Even in such a miserable state, the shock and confusion in his eyes vanished, and he let out a burst of unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha, good, you're very good..."

The silver-armored spirit struggled to raise its right hand, its five fingers clenching tightly. A phantom longsword reappeared, bursting with bloody light, and briefly broke free from the blazing sun's restraints, flashing towards Jiang Han.

Jiang Han frowned and said softly, "Fall!"

As soon as the word was uttered, the purple light in the world instantly intensified, and the purple sun hanging high in the sky finally trembled slightly, slowly descending half an inch.

Half an inch, a very close distance, almost imperceptible without close inspection, yet this mere half-inch of descent caused the blazing sun to unleash an invisible ripple, sweeping downwards like a tidal wave.

The sky seemed to collapse and the earth to split open. Even the stable space here began to shake violently, as if it could not withstand the crushing force of the ripples.

The silver-armored spirit's forward momentum abruptly froze in mid-air. His body, as if made of paper, was instantly pulverized by the ripples and turned into ashes.

The ripples hit the ground, causing the entire ground to suddenly sink several feet.

The earth trembled and then fell silent. The silver-armored spirit body completely disappeared, leaving only a fist-sized, silvery-white and reddish spiritual light floating in the spot.

Two narrow eyes lit up in the light, staring blankly as their bodies dissipated, then looking at the empty earth around them, seemingly still in disbelief.

But he quickly realized what was happening, and a surge of wild joy burst forth in his eyes. His spirit body erupted with a silver-white flame several meters high, sweeping towards Jiang Han with reckless abandon.

"Youngster, take this one last blow!"

A hoarse voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a blood-red light shone from the flames. That light transformed into a long sword that shot out of the flames, its tip flashing with scarlet light. It pierced through space and rushed to Jiang Han's side in the blink of an eye.

The blade contained all the remaining power of the silver-armored spirit body, and it was a desperate attack, already faintly approaching the full power of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, enough to easily crush an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator into dust!

The silver-armored spirit followed closely behind the blade, its eyes calmly watching as the blade tip struck the opponent's flying swords, sending them flying.

Although this strike was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, with his strength, he had already concentrated all his power on the tip of the blade. The destructive power it brought was simply beyond what the opponent's crude sword technique could withstand.

Although it's a bit bullying, there's no other way. This kid has already beaten him up like this with Sunset, so he has to save face for himself, right?

Seeing that the blade tip had broken through all obstacles and finally reached within ten feet of the opponent, a smile finally appeared in the eyes of the silver-armored spirit. It was preparing to say some polite words and pretend to reluctantly let the opponent pass the test.

But at that moment, a beam of blue light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The silver-armored spirit suddenly realized that Jiang Han, who was right next to it, had suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind appeared beside him, and a giant hand covered in lightning descended from the sky, closing in from all directions and grabbing him in its palm.

"you……"

The silver-armored spirit was stunned. Before it could figure out how the other party had done it, it felt the five fingers tighten suddenly, and the silver-white flames were squeezed and exploded, turning into specks of white light that fell to the ground and dissipated.