Chapter 1128: Elder Shui's Battle, the Martial Path of the Fierce God, I Want You Dead!!!

Still the same question: do they dare fight the Great Han head-on?

Especially now, when the Great Han had so many powerful foreign allies backing them.

If Jade Cauldron Mountain truly had the confidence and strength, they would have long become the sole ruler of this region.

In an instant, the leader of Jade Cauldron Mountain fell silent.

The remaining factions, including Lu State, also acquiesced to the terms of the treaty.

After all, among the many national powers present, the three most inflated ones had already lost two.

The first was the Profound Nether Cult, whose demonic cultivation methods made them lawless and fond of causing trouble—they were annihilated first.

The second was the Baoji Kingdom, which was somewhat twisted in its ways. The Empress of Baoji's personal temperament was rather extreme, and she was still locked up in the 749 prison.

The last one, and the strongest combat force among all the factions present, was the Divine Sword Holy Land, which had once even vaguely rivaled the Great Han!

Their temperament was also extremely peculiar.

Just then, the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword Holy Land stood up. "Investigator Lu, you just said that if we are unwilling, we can leave and meet on the battlefield another day, correct?"

Lu Ding nodded. "That's right. What, Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword, do you have a problem with that?"

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword looked at the treaty, a smile tinged with mockery on his face. "A problem?"

"Sword cultivators charge forward without hesitation. They'd rather take what they want through direct means than stoop to indirect requests. If we surrender, the Divine Sword Holy Land, bearing the name 'Sword,' how could we ever have the face to continue practicing the sword in the future!!!?"

Compared to the other factions and nations, who were angry but dared not speak out, Lu Ding actually had some appreciation for the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword Holy Land in that moment.

At the very least, as a sword cultivator, he passed the test.

He didn't surrender casually.

But this approach of not weighing the pros and cons was foolish for a faction.

Yet it was also worthy of respect in that regard.

Of course, Lu Ding wasn't saying they were good people.

He turned around and moved out of the way.

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword Holy Land rose, clasped his hands, and bowed in turn to the Lü Mountain immortals, then to the Great Han. Afterward, he strode purposefully toward the exit of the meeting hall.

Suddenly.

Elder Shui, who had been sitting on the high platform, flickered and instantly blocked the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword's path of departure.

He spoke calmly. "Wait."

A suppressed, murderous intent seeped through his words.

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword's expression slowly turned grave. "Shui Zongmin, what do you want?"

Elder Shui didn't bother acknowledging him at first. Instead, his gaze swept to the side, where the reporters instinctively put down their cameras.

Only then did Elder Shui speak. "What do I want? I want you dead!"

"Xiao Lu was kind enough to call you all here today. Your refusal to cooperate means you're giving him no face, giving me no face, and giving the Great Han no face."

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword looked at Elder Shui, then turned his head to glance at Lu Ding. "Are you people going back on your word?"

"Hahahaha... 'Going back on my word,' you say."

Elder Shui's smile gradually faded, and a fierce expression surfaced on his face. "And if I am going back on my word, what can you do about it?"

As a member of the new generation, Lu Ding could represent the face of the Great Han, which was why Elder Shui hadn't spoken earlier—he was intentionally grooming Lu Ding.

But now that the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword was trying to leave, refusing a gracious offer and not taking the way out given to him, that was a different matter.

Elder Shui, who considered himself a remnant of the old era, represented the Great Han's true backbone.

He would only show leniency to Lu Ding, not to anyone else.

This Eagle King of the Great Han had rekindled his ambition, reigniting the ruthless mentality of a former overlord. The difference between an overlord and a hero was that an overlord would stop at nothing to achieve their goals—an overlord would kill anyone!!!

To accomplish great things, how could someone who cares too much for his own skin succeed!?

Everyone was watching Elder Shui and the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword.

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword raised his hand, grasping a treasured sword that materialized from the void, and pointed it directly at Elder Shui. "Shui Zongmin, the you right now finally resembles the you of years past."

"Back then, when you killed my senior brother's entire family, slaughtered my junior brother's entire sect, and brought calamity across three thousand miles, this is exactly what you looked like. I thought you had gone quiet."

There was no reminiscence in Elder Shui's eyes—only calm indifference. He said just one thing: "A defeated opponent isn't worth remembering. I've long forgotten who's who."

That sentence completely ignited the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword's fury.

Too many people had died at Elder Shui's hands—so many that he himself couldn't keep count.

Countless prodigies, disciples of great sects, ancient heirs, and royal bloodlines—whoever crossed Elder Shui met nothing but death!

The title of the Great Han's original top enforcer wasn't just for show!!!!

Back in the day, the military and the 749 Bureau were inseparable. Throughout his life, Elder Shui had accumulated countless military merits. His achievements in First Assault, Break Formations, Kill Commanders, and Capture Flags had long surpassed his actual age by who knows how much.

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword pressed his longsword flat. "Fight to the death, then!"

Elder Shui walked out, half-turning and beckoning with his hand. "Come."

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword carried his sword out. The doors to the meeting hall swung open, and the setting sun, about to dip below the horizon, seemed to foreshadow the Sacred Lord's end.

The Black-Robed Great-Grandmaster sighed and came to stand beside Lu Ding. "Come on, Xiao Lu. Let's go watch too."

"Watch, and you'll understand why I said what I said earlier."

Lu Ding nodded. "Alright."

The moment the two of them stepped out of the meeting hall.

Instantly.

A shockwave swept in like a gale, ruffling Lu Ding's scholar-warrior sleeves.

In the long sky above, the battle had already begun.

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword had launched a killing move right from the start.

"SHUI ZONGMIN!!!!!!!"

The dharma sword in his hand burst forth with divine light that shot into the sky, scattering across heaven and earth. It split into countless phantom images of the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword. Sword lights, enough to shatter cities and level mountains and tear through space, shot toward Elder Shui from every angle and direction.

Elder Shui threw his arms wide.

The Martial Path of the Fierce God!!!!

A murderous aura erupted from him, his past sins gradually manifesting. It stirred up a storm that gathered around him. His killing intent, which should have been pure red, had now darkened to a blackish-purple.

He condensed a bell engraved with bone-chilling beasts, which inverted and covered Elder Shui's body.

Countless sword lights crashed against the bell and shattered, unable to budge it an inch.

Elder Shui raised his hand and reached out. The gathered momentum took form as a ferocious, terrifying fierce god. Its body was more massive than a mountain, its scales gleaming. As it tilted its head back and roared, its sharp fangs were bared in a gruesome grin.

The fierce god bit down on the sword held by the true body among the Sacred Lord's myriad phantoms.

Looking closely, it was Elder Shui himself, using his bare, flesh-and-blood palm to twist the dharma sword in the Sacred Lord's hand until it warped, completely immobilizing it.

Elder Shui thrust his other hand forward violently. "Those who refuse to submit—DIE!!!"

A dark, blackish-purple, cryptic talisman was taking shape in his palm, radiating an undying light that made heaven and earth pale in comparison. The bone bell inverted over Elder Shui seemed to birth a winged beast—one that looked like a tiger but wasn't—which lunged out, shattering the void. It condensed into a lifelike tiger tally within Elder Shui's hand.

He thrust it forward, about to stamp it onto the Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword's chest.

At this moment of life and death.

The Sacred Lord had no choice but to abandon his dharma sword, retreating and dodging to escape.

Elder Shui's palm struck through the air. The ferocious beast roared across the sky, and the clear weather for ten thousand miles shattered like a mirage. The setting sun had been about to usher in darkness, but Elder Shui's palm strike summoned the night prematurely!!!!

The Sacred Lord of the Divine Sword, having flashed back, broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, terror gripping his heart.

In the early years, he had fought Elder Shui before.

Although he had lost then too.

It had never been this perilous.