The Surge of Blood Mist

Outside the blood mist, all eight people's gazes were fixed on Ye Han as he shot towards the blood sword, each with a different expression on their faces.

"He is no ordinary fellow," Xia Zuo mused, frowning after witnessing the collision between the sword energies Ye Han and the blood sword unleashed. He shook his head, "Impossible. The Sword Sect doesn't have such powerful sword techniques."

Ursula's face darkened once more. Each time he had expressed disdain, Ye Han had instantly overturned his words, fueling Ursula's anger. A mere ant dared to repeatedly tarnish his face.

"Hehe, the little guy is really something, hiding so many tricks," Leona said with a seductive smile. Her stunning beauty was enticing, her eyebrows curved in allure.

Old Man Ke frowned, focusing on the blood sword within the mist. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows, "The power of the blood sword has greatly diminished, not even one-tenth of what it was at the start. It's unclear what Xiao Ye did in the blood pool to cause such damage to the blood sword."

The fire of the zombie, a flame that they couldn't fathom. Although fire was not Ye Han's innate talent, the innate fire of a zombie was far beyond any flame that ordinary people could cultivate.

Among zombies, the one with the strongest fire attribute was the drought demon. It is said that where a drought demon goes, it leaves a thousand miles of red land, burning the sky with poisonous fire, leaving nothing alive for a thousand years.

"What surprises me the most is his current form. Having lived for tens of thousands of years, I've never seen such a battle form with almost perfect defense, great strength, speed enhancement, and the sword energy he just released. That kid is really something, he might actually be able to take hold of the blood sword," said a frail man who had come with Old Man Ke.

"It's unknown which power on the continent has nurtured such talent. Today's youth are extraordinary. He looks no more than fifteen or sixteen, and with his current form, at the mid-stage of the Saint level, it would be nearly impossible to kill him without using a domain."

"Are you done talking?" Ursula's face grew darker and darker, his murderous intent becoming more pronounced and undisguised.

Within the blood mist, Ye Han's body didn't move in a straight line but twisted rapidly, weaving through the spatial rifts, quickly approaching the trembling blood sword.

"Be destroyed," Ye Han whispered as he dove towards the blood sword, his wings flapping violently behind him. "Rage, Shatter the Mountains and Rivers!" he bellowed.

The Fan Zombie Technique rapidly circulated, and immense power instantly gathered above his feet. With his current strength, Ye Han could fully utilize the five moves of the Overlord Leg Technique. This move was the last and most powerful one.

His legs crossed in the air repeatedly, countless gray leg shadows crisscrossing like a comet colliding with the moon, the powerful force causing a slight tremor in the entire space of blood mist. Waves of blood-red spatial ripples spread out once more, but they did not cause as much disturbance as before.

The oppressive force that accompanied the powerful blow instantly restricted the small space around the blood sword, greatly reducing its speed for a short time. Before the blood sword could escape the restricted space, Ye Han's legs fiercely stomped on the body of the sword.

"Boom!" A roaring explosion sounded within the blood mist. The blood sword was ruthlessly stomped into the ground by Ye Han, with only about an inch of the hilt sticking out, and Ye Han stood quietly above it, suppressing it.

The immense force dealt another blow to the blood sword. No matter how much the blood sword struggled, it couldn't shake off the foot on its blade.

Fearing that the blood sword would escape underground again, Ye Han stomped down once more. Cracks appeared on the ground, and with a flick of the foot on the hilt, the blood sword was instantly flipped into the air. Just as the blood sword was about to flee, a strong purple hand firmly grasped the hilt. The purple fire on the arm instantly enveloped the entire blade.

"If you do not submit, then be destroyed," Ye Han said coldly.

The purple fire enveloping the blood sword surged again. The blood sword trembled violently. "Xiao Ye, no!" Old Man Ke hurriedly intervened. Hearing Ye Han's words, everyone was shocked; the only key that could take them out was at risk of being destroyed, and if it were, they'd be trapped here forever.

"All things that defy me must be destroyed," Ye Han stated coldly.

"That's our only way out, if you destroy it, how will we leave?" Old Man Ke said anxiously. Watching the blood sword under the burning purple fire on Ye Han's

 body, the blood light around the sword grew dimmer, presumably heavily damaged.

Upon hearing this, Ye Han quickly withdrew the purple fire and looked at the people outside the blood mist. His gaze flickered. "Should I really hand it over to him?" Ye Han thought secretly.

"No, I cannot leave my fate in the hands of others." Ye Han made a decision in an instant. His soul force surged into the interior of the blood sword.

The red light on the blood sea inside the blood sword now looked wilted and dim after being burned by Ye Han's purple fire.

"I'll ask you once more. Submit or be destroyed."

"I submit," a weak consciousness transmitted into Ye Han's soul.

Moments after the weak consciousness entered Ye Han's soul, a drop of dark red essence blood entered the interior of the blood sword with the force of Ye Han's soul.

"Absorb it."

Seeing no reaction from the light point, Ye Han grew furious. "If you don't absorb it, you will be destroyed," he declared with a cold voice like a judge from hell.

A thin red line stretched from the light point, connecting to the drop of essence blood and absorbed it instantly. "From today on, I am your master."

The blood sword ceased trembling. A faint red glow emanated from the blade. Ye Han released his grip on the sword, and it began to revolve autonomously around him, constantly emitting a consciousness of pleading.

"You," Ursula gasped, unable to articulate his fury. A weapon that was at least a lower-grade divine artifact had been subdued by someone as insignificant as an ant.

A sword that had just attacked the opponent was now autonomously circling him. As gods themselves, they all understood what this meant. The blood sword had acknowledged its master.

"What, I have subdued it, do you have a problem with that?" Ye Han spoke flippantly. He had heard every word of Ursula's undisguised contempt.

"Boy, you have successfully aroused the anger of a god-level powerhouse. I want you dead," Ursula's eyes blazed with cold light, his murderous intent fully displayed.

A lower-grade divine artifact, weapons above the level of a saint artifact on the continent, were rare. Every appearance would cause a storm of blood and flesh across the continent. Even Ursula, who had been a mid-level god for a million years, had only seen a few divine artifacts. He himself only had a saint artifact.

"Do you think you can kill me?" Ye Han sneered.

"Old Ke, take Xiaoya and retreat," Ye Han shouted. In an instant, he grabbed the long sword. The blood-red sword energy surged as he swung it in the void. His mental power instantly merged with the surrounding blood mist.

Ye Han's body shot into the air. The blood sword automatically flew out, emitting blood-colored sword energy that instantly merged with the surrounding blood mist.

Ye Han inverted and plummeted rapidly, his hands covered in purple scales radiating bursts of gray light, fiercely imprinting on the blood-red ground. Cracks spread rapidly around like a spider web.

At the same time, the resonance between the sword energy in the air and the vibrations on the ground erupted. "Boom," "boom," explosions continued to resound within the blood mist.

The blood mist churned, and the aftershocks of the exploding sword energy constantly struck the blood mist in the air, causing the blood mist to surge violently within a radius of fifty yards.

The blood mist rolled, constantly colliding and generating energy that couldn't disperse, gathering more and more until, like water splashing from a broken cup, it burst through the invisible restraints and instantly spread out a hundred miles away.

All this talk took time, but it was over in an instant. The others were still shocked by Ye Han's arrogant words. Killing someone not even at the Saint level by a god-level powerhouse was as simple as squashing an ant, even simpler, for ants still required one to bend down to find them.

Although Curtis was shocked to hear this, Ye Han's following words made Old Ke dare not delay. Although he did not know why Ye Han said that, after a month of acquaintance, Curtis had some understanding of Ye Han.

The speed of a god-level powerhouse could reach ten thousand miles in an instant. At the time of the surge of the blood mist, Curtis had already taken Xiaoya a thousand miles away, while the others, although they timely noticed the anomaly in the blood mist, it was already too late.