Martial Alchemy Sovereign

He did not fall when he died.    

His heart shattered as he spat out blood. He held onto the Longsword with his right hand and the sword in his hand pierced into the crack on the rock. He died like a real Cultivating Warrior, with great dignity.    

Shangguan Mie stared at Han Xiaowen's corpse for a long time.    

After all, the might of the Taotie Method was not something that an ordinary Cultivating Warrior could resist. To have a Profound Bone and no Profound Bone, the difference was like heaven and earth.    

Furthermore, the Profound Bone that Shangguan Mie had was the legendary Beast Bone, one of the ten great ancient Vicious Beast, a Taotie that was able to form a shadow of itself.    

Upon reaching Heavenly Martial Stage, one could even condense Taotie and increase their strength by several times!    

Under these circumstances, how could Han Xiaowen be a match for Shangguan Mie?    

Shangguan Mie couldn't help sighing. He was somewhat emotional. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his shirt. Only then did he realize that it had been cut into pieces.    

"Actually, he is quite amazing. To be able to shatter my clothes a bit, he is indeed not easy."    

Shangguan Mie chuckled and said lightly.    

Immediately, he withdrew the shadow of the Taotie behind him, and with a violent shake of his right hand, he directly removed Han Xiaowen's head.    

Shangguan Mie held the bloody head in his hands. Shangguan Mie was very calm and his expression didn't change at all.    

This scene seemed to be a little funny. The number one inner disciple of the Sword King Pavilion was actually killed just like that, and he did not even have the strength to fight back.    

Before Han Xiaowen died, he actually thought about a lot of things, but unfortunately, no matter how many problems he thought about, it would be meaningless when he died.    

Shangguan Mie held Han Xiaowen's head as they walked. Blood flowed and dyed the ground red. The thick smell of blood permeated the air.    

After passing through this wilderness, Shangguan Mie returned to the imperial city. He headed towards the Sword King Pavilion and threw Han Xiaowen's head directly into the Sword King Pavilion.    

At the same time, Shangguan Mie also threw a piece of paper into the Sword King Pavilion.    

On the paper, there was a short sentence:    

He didn't hand over Su Ling for a day and killed a person a day.    

The words on the paper were written with Han Xiaowen's blood. It was somewhat terrifying and even cruel.    

"..."    

Wang Huan stayed in the Sword King Pavilion for two days.    

Of course, for the past two days, Wang Huan didn't dare to stay idle and had been diligently cultivating. He had finally broken through the fifth level of the Genuine Martial Stage, and was about to step into the next level of Genuine Martial Stage.    

Actually, Wang Huan had also chosen to go into the Sword Pagoda to look for Elder Ying to ask him about Liu Tie's whereabouts to get some fresh air.    

However;    

Before Wang Huan entered the Sword Pagoda, halfway through, he encountered a horrifying scene.    

A head!    

Its head was covered in blood, making it look extremely horrifying.    

Wang Huan was shocked by the head.    

But right after that, his expression changed greatly, and he had an expression of disbelief.    

This head?    

It seemed like … It was somewhat familiar!    

"Han Xiaowen!"    

In the next moment, Wang Huan reacted. He stared at the head with his eyes wide open.    

If he did not see it with his own eyes and confirm it over and over again, Wang Huan would not have believed that this head really belonged to Han Xiaowen.    

One must know, Han Xiaowen was the number one disciple in the inner sect and was very strong.    

Moreover, two days ago, Wang Huan had just passed down the Supreme Arts's "Return Of Ten Thousand Swords" to Han Xiaowen, helping Han Xiaowen to successfully break through the Heavenly Martial Stage.    

Under these circumstances, could Han Xiaowen be killed by someone else?    

The Heavenly Martial Stage!    

Han Xiaowen was from the Heavenly Martial Stage, and even Cultivator of Heavenly Martial Stage was able to kill and behead him. His strength could be imagined.    

Thinking about this, Wang Huan instantly sucked in a breath of cold air. He came from the General's Family, and he wasn't the kind of person who had never seen the world before.    

Thus, Wang Huan reacted immediately. He needed to know how to deal with this matter.    

Wang Huan quickly took off his clothes and covered the bloody head on the ground. After doing this, Wang Huan noticed that there was a note written in blood on the side.    

After seeing the words on the paper, Wang Huan was extremely shocked.    

He picked up the paper slip, and used his clothes to wrap around Han Xiaowen's head as he hurried towards Sword Pagoda.    

After Elder Ying left the forbidden area and the Myriad Sword Mountain, he had to stay inside the Sword Pagoda. He had to recuperate and adjust his condition as soon as possible.    

Because, Elder Ying was well aware that a storm was about to start in the Sword King Pavilion, and it was very likely to be a bloody storm.    

It had even begun, but Elder Ying hadn't realized it yet.    

"If the other few great powers wanted to take action against Sword King Pavilion, they should have already done so."    

Elder Ying frowned and said in a deep voice.    

Indeed!    

At this time, Wang Huan rushed into the Sword Pagoda. Elder Ying slightly frowned, stared at Wang Huan who was carrying a blood-colored package, and asked with a deep voice: "Wang Huan, why are you in such a hurry?"    

"Master, look!"    

Wang Huan's face was slightly pale. After all, he still taught Han Xiaowen his cultivation technique two days ago. But now, Han Xiaowen had actually turned into a corpse. Even his head had been cut off. This was too terrifying.    

Wang Huan took out the package that was dyed red with blood and revealed the bloody head that was wrapped inside. He quickly said to Elder Ying, "Master, Han Xiaowen was killed."    

"What?"    

Hearing Wang Huan's words, Elder Ying's expression changed drastically with a face full of shock.    

Han Xiaowen was killed?    

It had to be known that Han Xiaowen was the number one disciple in the inner sect and was very strong. Anyone who could kill him could definitely be called by name in the imperial city.    

He stared at the blood-colored bag in Wang Huan's hand for a long time. When he confirmed that the head in the bag was indeed Han Xiaowen, Elder Ying immediately felt absent-minded. He subconsciously closed his eyes and took a deep breath.    

"In the end, what should come will still come! What should happen, will happen in the end! "    

Elder Ying said with a helpless expression. He couldn't help but bitterly smile.    

"Master, there's another note."    

Wang Huan handed the note to Elder Ying and said, "The other party is here for Su Ling."    

"Yes."    

Elder Ying took the note, and after reading it carefully, he said: "They rushed towards Su Ling, but killed Han Xiaowen. It seems that they really think that there's no one left in the Sword King Pavilion."    

After saying this;    

Elder Ying's expression suddenly became very gloomy. His body suddenly trembled and a tyrannical power instantly burst out from his body.    

"Master …"    

Wang Huan was momentarily stunned. This was the first time he saw Elder Ying's anger, and also the first time he saw Elder Ying display such powerful strength.    

Before this, Wang Huan had already heard that Elder Ying was a well-known Top Expert in the entire capital. Even Emperor Lee might not be Elder Ying's match.    

But now, witnessing Elder Ying's explosive strength with his own eyes, Wang Huan was still very shocked in his heart!    

Wang Huan stared at Elder Ying without blinking. He was extremely shocked in his heart because the power that Elder Ying released was as powerful as a falling meteor, causing one's heart to tremble.    

Following that, under Wang Huan's gaze, the power in Elder Ying's body surged as he rose up from the ground. His figure instantly overlapped thousands of others, and before he could even use his Mystical Qi wings, his body had shot into the air.    

Wang Huan's expression changed as he rushed out of the Sword Pagoda realm. He stared at Elder Ying who was floating in the air as his strength surged violently.    

In the next moment, an unbelievable scene occurred.    

Elder Ying frowned, he actually extended his left and right palms, and struck towards the direction of Danwu Academy and the Imperial Family.    

The seemingly simple and unadorned handprint, only heard a loud "boom", and with a loud bang, contained a boundless amount of power, as if it directly charged towards the direction of the Danwu Academy, and the Imperial Family.