Among all the killing arts of the Immortal Dao, Yuhua Sect's Instant Slaughter Technique ranked at the very top. Fang Han had admired it countless times, dreaming of learning it—yet fate never granted him that chance.
A single flicker of sword-light—
And the target was already cleaved cleanly in half.
One strike.
Instant death.
No warning, no escape.
A pure assassin's technique, crafted to take life in the space between breaths.
Back when Elder Shi Longzi demonstrated it, Fang Han had been amazed.
But now—
Seeing it unleashed by Feng Baiyu, the Sect Master of Yuhua…
"Amazing" wasn't enough.
Words like world-splitting,cosmos-shattering,heaven-rending,earth-sundering—none of them could truly describe the speed, the brutality, the sheer brilliance of that sword.
Puchi. Puchi. Puchi. Puchi.
Four soft sounds echoed.
On the foreheads of the Demon God, Tianchan Empress, Nine Yin, and Nine Yang—four supreme giants—thin, deep red lines appeared. Even they could not evade that instant-kill slash.
Long ago, Yuhua Sect's Instant Slaughter Technique had already shaken both the Immortal and Demon realms. Countless masters had died under its invisible edge—struck down across thousands of times the speed of sound, cutting through space itself. No treasure could block it; no defense could detect it before death arrived.
And now Feng Baiyu had grown even stronger—capable of changing matter itself, turning stone to gold, water to oil, humans into beasts. His sword wasn't thousands of times the speed of sound anymore.
It was ten thousand.
One sword—
And all four Longevity-level giants were wounded simultaneously.
Any lesser cultivator—anyone short of the Longevity Realm—would have been annihilated on the spot. But Longevity masters had bodies that could regenerate endlessly—limbs regrowing, heads reforming, organs knitting together like nothing had happened. Even a handful of flesh could rebuild a complete body.
Killing them was extraordinarily difficult.
A far cry from someone like Hua Tiandu—if his body were smashed, that was the end. No second chances.
Fang Han watched Feng Baiyu's strike and nearly burst into applause.
My Sect Master… truly terrifying. So that mirror—what in heaven's name is it? A treasure capable of duplicating illusions even Longevity giants can't see through? This is the true depth of Yuhua Sect. No way would our Sect Master fall so easily! Unfathomable, unbeatable—this is the dignity of a great immortal sect!
As he celebrated internally, Fang Han immediately seized the opportunity. He wasn't one to miss a gap in the walls.
His divine arts surged, the Exquisite Grand Luo Heaven manifesting around him. He reached out fiercely toward his lost treasure—the Blood Sky Magic Blade.
But the blade was still clutched tightly in a severed hand.
A massive hand, wide as a fan, big enough to palm a person's skull. Its nails were pitch-black, gleaming with eerie brilliance. Each nail sharper than most flying swords—though still not on the level of the Blood Sky Blade, they were deadly treasures in their own right.
And the power coiled inside the hand…
Terrifying. Each nail held the force of a Heaven Human cultivator—strength like ten thousand galloping warhorses.
This was the severed hand of Demon God Xing Wuchen, sliced off moments ago by Feng Baiyu's instant-kill sword.
"A Longevity master's severed hand… I have to take it. Suppress it! I could even refine it into a supreme pill!" Fang Han understood its value instantly. A severed part of a Longevity Realm body—rarer than a Golden Core, priceless beyond measure. Only immortals of legend could normally obtain such a thing.
"Indeed. If you can collect that hand, the benefits are endless," Yan finally spoke, breaking his silence since Feng Baiyu had appeared.
"Good! Let's take it together!" Fang Han exhaled sharply. With Yan's help, the chances were much higher.
A rolling cloud of yellow mist surged forth, merging with the ninety-nine intersecting lines of the Grand Luo Heaven array, wrapping tightly around—
The Demon God's severed hand.
"You want to take my hand? Wishful thinking!"
A thunderous will exploded from the severed limb. The fingers clenched into a steel-hard fist—one pulse of power smashed the Grand Luo Heaven array apart.
The Yellow Springs mist shattered next.
"Senior Sisters—lend me your strength!"
Fang Han roared mentally. His mind was already linked with Fang Qingxue, Jialan, and Long Xuan through shared cultivation. They instantly felt his intent and mobilized their power without hesitation.
After all—
A Demon God's hand was too valuable to ignore.
Though only a fraction of his full might, even one percent of a Longevity giant's power was terrifying. Yet with multiple cultivators, two Dao Artifacts, and the suppression of the Yellow Springs Diagram—there was hope.
"Fine! We can't defeat the Demon God—but surely we can handle one hand?"
Jialan's Golden Core appeared above her head, glowing blue, before plunging straight into Fang Han's body. At the same time, Fang Qingxue's Undying Lightning Talisman dissolved into a phantom Thunder Emperor and entered him as well.
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Fang Han's roar shook the sky as his body expanded, bones cracking open with explosive force. He grew nearly a head taller, his entire form surging with lightning. Every divine art in his body compressed under incredible pressure—
Until they condensed into a single unified rune.
He had forcibly—if temporarily—reached the Sixth Layer of Divine Ability: Unity Realm, where all divine arts merge into one.
This state would fade once the external powers withdrew.
But for now—
His strength was monstrous.
He thrust out a massive hand.
The unified rune within him shot forth, wrapping around the Demon God's severed hand—layer after layer binding it tight—
And with a final blast of power—
He dragged the hand into the Yellow Springs Diagram and sealed it.