Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

It's a pity, everything is too late!

In the blink of life and death, Li Futu had no chance to warn Ye Han.

Countless martial artists around the battlefield stared intently, their eyes filled with intense dread.

The martial servant beside Ye Xinghe was so ruthless, seemingly willing to fight Ye Han to the death. The sword strike left no room for retreat.

Such a desperate fighting style is the most terrifying.

In an instant, Ye Han was completely enveloped by the seven sword energies on the battlefield.

Each sword energy was extremely fierce, directly striking outside Ye Han's body. The terrifying sword intent and killing intent merged, rushing into Ye Han's eyes.

"Die!"

The Sun Attendant uttered only one word.

His martial will, accompanied by the Seven Killing Sword, erupted completely. The surging martial will poured into Ye Han's body without reservation.

Victory or defeat meant nothing to him.

He only wanted Ye Han dead.

With the strength to break into the top hundred, he had never made a move to challenge, waiting for this battle with Ye Han.

"If you want to die so badly, I'll fulfill your wish."

Ye Han's voice was cold and calm, without a trace of panic, unaffected by the Seven Killing Sword.

"What?"

The Sun Attendant's body trembled, his pupils suddenly widening.