High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 540 - 326: Spatial Kill: Hiss Finally Becomes Sword Tomb Fodder

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You can’t trust a single word from a treacherous old creature that’s lived for thousands of years. If it told the truth, pigs would fly.

Hiss completely despaired.

’Since he’s immune to both threats and reason, my only option is to flee!’

"You’ll regret this! The great King of the Swamp is just ahead! Once I’m in its territory, you’re as good as dead!"

With a venomous roar, Hiss immediately began burning its blood essence.

BOOM!

Its battered body turned into a crimson streak of lightning, hurtling recklessly toward the depths of the underground river.

From that direction, a subtle yet immense presence emanated. Even from dozens of kilometers away, its pressure was suffocating.

Han Feng’s eyes narrowed.

He sensed it too.

At the end of that direction, a being even more terrifying than Hiss at its peak lay in wait. Its energy fluctuations were infinitely close to Tier Five—it could even be called a Half-Step Celestial Being!

’Calling for backup, are we?’

Han Feng knew he couldn’t delay any longer.

If he let it escape into that behemoth’s territory, his prize would be gone.

’I was planning to wear you down slowly, save a little energy. But since you’re in such a rush to die, I’ll oblige.’

Han Feng took a deep breath and stopped in his tracks.

He ceased his pursuit. Instead, he stood his ground and closed his eyes.

Within his body, the remaining fifteen thousand-plus threads of Sword Aura began to boil furiously, surging entirely toward the Broken Star in his hand and the Sea of Consciousness between his brows.

This was the first time since his promotion to Sword Master that he had unleashed his power without holding anything back.

’Divine Power Module, dual overload!’

’Reinforce the Three-Inch Heart Sword with fifteen thousand threads of Sword Aura to deliver a Soul-Slaying Strike!’

’Reinforce Broken Star with all remaining Sword Aura, granting it the Doomsday Blade!’

Han Feng’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. The strain of draining his body so suddenly was so immense that even with his Innate Sword Body, he felt a wave of exhaustion.

But the light in his eyes burned with terrifying brightness.

He gave a soft command, "Go!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only an invisible ripple and a streak of black light so fast it surpassed the limits of thought.

Hiss, fleeing frantically ahead, suddenly felt the world fall silent.

Its Divine Soul felt as though it had been seized by a great, invisible hand and viciously crushed.

Three-Inch Heart Sword·Soul Cutter!

Immediately after, the streak of black light pierced through space, ignoring all distance, and shot straight through the back of its only remaining Head of Dominance, exiting through its mouth.

That was Broken Star, empowered with ultimate Sharpness and speed.

THUD!

Hiss’s charging body continued forward for several hundred meters under its own inertia, crashing through a rock wall before it finally collapsed.

Its Divine Soul was shattered, and its Vitality was extinguished.

The hope of a successful escape still lingered in its vertical pupils, but it was forever frozen in that moment.

"Phew... That took a lot out of me."

Han Feng’s figure flickered, and he instantly appeared beside Hiss’s massive corpse.

Just then, the terrifying presence in the distance seemed to sense the commotion and let out an enraged roar.

A tangible pressure, like a tidal wave, swept over them, causing the entire underground river to tremble.

The behemoth had been alerted!

’It’s coming fast.’

Han Feng didn’t dare hesitate. With a wave of his hand, the entrance to the Sword Tomb Space opened.

Like a great whale inhaling water, Hiss’s massive, dozens-of-meters-long serpentine body was instantly swallowed into the gray, high-dimensional space, without a single drop of blood going to waste.

Having done all that, Han Feng didn’t hesitate for a moment.

’Escapee Type II, Shadow mode, full power!’

The light from the Spirit Armor on his body instantly dimmed. His aura, body temperature, and heartbeat all dropped to zero.

He seemed to melt into the air, becoming a formless shadow.

Then, with a light tap of his feet, he floated away in the opposite direction like a falling leaf, sticking to the shadows along the rock wall in utter silence.

「Ten seconds later.」

RUMBLE!

The surface of the underground river exploded as a colossal alligator snapping turtle, three times larger than Hiss, shattered the rock strata and burst into the cavern.

It carried an ancient stone tablet on its back, and its eyes, like a pair of searchlights, scanned the area.

Tier Four Peak!

Or even... Quasi Tier Five!

It angrily sniffed the lingering scent of blood in the air—the scent of its own kind.

But aside from a pool of blood that had yet to dry, the culprit was long gone, leaving not so much as a trace of residual energy.

"ROAR!!!"

The giant turtle roared in fury, smashing the ground with one of its claws.

...

Several kilometers away, Han Feng was huddled in a rock crevice, not daring to even breathe.

Only after confirming that the terrifying behemoth wasn’t in pursuit did he finally let out a long sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from his brow.

’That was close. That thing is definitely the true ruler of this swamp.’

’But...’

Han Feng’s consciousness sank into the Sword Tomb Space.

As he watched Hiss’s corpse lying in the Sword Burial Area, being rapidly decomposed by the Power of Law, the exhaustion on his face vanished, replaced by an irrepressible ecstasy.

Floating above the Guiyuan Sword Pool was a golden mist of light so dense it seemed almost solid.

It was Divine Essence!

There was a massive amount of it—a full ten times more than what he’d gotten from the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth!

At the bottom of the pool, a thick layer of black fluid roiled—top-tier Material Source Material, enough to upgrade his Broken Star to Tier Four Middle Grade or even Upper Grade.

And that wasn’t even mentioning the Life Energy that was nearly overflowing.

’Fortune favors the bold. The ancients were right.’

Han Feng grinned.

’With this haul, I can advance my Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique by opening at least another thirty-six acupoints!’

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