Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 479 - 476 Earth Sacrifice

"The Seventh Holy Son of Giant Island, by the name of Feng Tianhan, is one of the two among the Seven Great Holy Sons who do not bear the Liushui surname."

Nangong Yu looked worried and said softly, "Feng Tianhan is over two thousand years old. He tried to break through to the Dragon Emperor Realm eight hundred years ago but failed and became a Pseudo-Emperor. After becoming a Pseudo-Emperor, he secluded himself until now. Over these eight hundred years, his strength has far exceeded that of an ordinary Pseudo-Emperor."

Su Han was silent; he naturally could feel the difference in levels.

With his current cultivation base, merging the power of a Fifth Order Archmage at the Dragon Pill Realm, he had barely been able to contend against someone like Liushui Kuanghan from the Pseudo-Emperor Realm. Despite employing all his skills, he had still not managed to kill Duanmu Lin.

The Seventh Holy Son of Giant Island, Feng Tianhan, had already far surpassed Duanmu Lin and the others in terms of level—the difference was in their realms!

In Feng Tianhan’s eyes, these so-called Pseudo-Emperors were but ants, easily killed with a flip of his hand.

"Truly worthy of being one of the Seven Great Holy Sons of Giant Island."

Su Han took a deep breath, his eyes flickering as he looked up at the sky.

The hand slowly pressing down seemed not to want Su Han to die too easily, its invisible coercion squeezing the surrounding void, turning everything within ten thousand miles into pitch darkness.

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion!"

Just as that hand was about to come down, Su Han suddenly looked up.

"You once promised our Sect that you would intervene three times, and now, it should be the first time!"

Liushui Kuanghan, originally fierce-faced and overflowing with a murderous aura, was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.

He too looked up, wondering whether Su Han was telling the truth or bluffing.

Being a Pseudo-Emperor, having lived for more than five hundred years, his lifespan was now less than five hundred years.

At this moment, having spent a hundred years of his lifespan to secure the intervention of the Seventh Holy Son, if someone were to interfere and prevent him from killing Su Han, the frustration could very well overwhelm him.

"You’re lying to me!"

Liushui Kuanghan stared at Su Han; he did not feel the slightest fluctuation occurring.

"Do you really think Myriad Treasures Pavilion will come to your rescue? I’m not unaware of your relationship with Miss Yun of the Yun Family, but just based on that, thinking that Myriad Treasures Pavilion would intervene is impossible!" Liushui Kuanghan snorted coldly.

Su Han did not answer, merely gazing into the void.

Meanwhile, in his hand, the Heaven Opening God Cauldron emerged once again.

Honestly, Su Han was not sure whether Myriad Treasures Pavilion would actually intervene.

If it were the Dragon Pill Realm or even the Dragon God Realm, Myriad Treasures Pavilion would likely have appeared instantly; but at this level, directly battling a Holy Son of Giant Island, Su Han could not be certain if Myriad Treasures Pavilion would gamble so much for his sake.

"Hum~"

The hand continued to descend slowly toward Su Han.

It seemed that even the Seventh Holy Son, Feng Tianhan, did not believe Su Han’s words.

As Su Han looked up, the hand grew larger, covering his entire field of vision.

Just as he sighed, ready to use the Heaven Opening God Cauldron for defense, his eyes suddenly twinkled, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile.

"Hum~"

At the same time, the void vibrated once more, and right between Feng Tianhan’s descending hand and Su Han’s face, a light barrier suddenly appeared!

The appearance of this light barrier caused Liushui Kuanghan’s eyes to shrink dramatically, his heart thundering.

In his vision, the light barrier did not wield great coercive power, but after it appeared, it also transformed into a giant hand amidst thunderous noise, without a hint of hesitation. It struck Feng Tianhan’s large hand with a bang. The clash caused the surrounding void to shatter, crackling in all directions at that moment.

The snow on the ground erupted into a storm as if a heavy snowfall had resumed.

The endless forests were suddenly shattered, and the pitiful screams of demon beasts echoed through the air.

Not far away, there was a mountain peak, but under the clash of those two palms, a crack suddenly appeared at the base of the mountain thousands of meters high.

It was as if a supremely sharp blade had sliced across the base of the mountain, causing the entire mountain to slowly collapse and eventually scatter completely!

Shocking ripples spread from the center of those two palms, but they did not harm Su Han, Nangong Yu, or Liushui Kuanghan.

Clearly, they were protected by the grand powers of both Giant Island and Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"They’ve really made their move... They’ve really made their move!"

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion, you deserve to die!!!"

Liushui Kuanghan was roaring in his heart; his anger was indescribable. If thoughts could kill, Su Han and everyone in Myriad Treasures Pavilion would have died countless times by now.

He had thought that the Seventh Holy Son’s intervention would surely result in Su Han’s death.

But he never expected that Su Han would have such means and be able to get Myriad Treasures Pavilion to intervene.

He was furious, but he dared not roar because he knew that although Myriad Treasures Pavilion was not part of the Top Ten Super Sects, its depth and strength were by no means inferior to the Super Sects.

"Boom!!!"

The two palms froze upon collision, but only for a moment, before both collapsed.

Within the vortex, that enormous eye landed on Liushui Kuanghan, and a faint voice emitted.

"This man, cannot be killed today, but I will take your hundred years of lifespan."

As the voice fell, invisible threads landed on Liushui Kuanghan’s body.

Liushui Kuanghan’s body shook violently, and his flesh visibly withered, becoming as thin as skin and bones.

His face turned pale, and the blood-red color in his eyes became cloudy at that moment.

"It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it wasn’t supposed to be like this..."

Liushui Kuanghan muttered to himself, still unable to believe the reality up to now.

This event was as if he had squandered a hundred years of his own lifespan for nothing!

Moreover, the absorption of his lifespan by the Seventh Holy Son was completely rubbing salt into his wounds.

The extraction of his lifespan caused Liushui Kuanghan’s cultivation base to disintegrate at that moment, showing signs of decline.

"Whoosh!"

After extracting Liushui Kuanghan’s lifespan, the vortex whirled intensely and eventually blocked the giant eye, disappearing from sight.

"I am Falling Dust, one of the Earth Sacrifices of Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and today marks my first intervention."

After the Seventh Holy Son dissipated, another voice emerged from the void.

From start to finish, the strong members of Myriad Treasures Pavilion had not appeared in person nor had they materialized like the Seventh Holy Son of Giant Island.

After speaking, the fluctuation vanished, and within a hundred miles, only Su Han, Nangong Yu, and the still dazed Liushui Kuanghan remained.

Amid his contemplation, Su Han looked up at the sky, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

Although it was a promise from Myriad Treasures Pavilion, it was, after all, a life-saving grace that warranted his deep respect.