Chapter 1025: Like a Heavenly Demon Descended, Truly a Terrestrial Tyrant God!

"Strange..."

Mo Changxu frowned deeply, utterly baffled.

Knowing he could not find the source, he could only reluctantly give up.

He slightly raised his hand and retrieved the prize.

He looked back at Jiang Han.

Their gazes met.

Just in time, he caught sight of a pair of brown eyes.

In an instant, Mo Changxu was struck as if by lightning, his body freezing stiff.

He seemed to already know the source of the malice, yet instinctively found it hard to believe.

"You..."

His lips twitched, barely uttering one syllable.

But then he saw Jiang Han casually pull out the prize.

A muffled *boom! * sounded!

His figure flashed forward, leaving afterimages, rushing straight at him!

So swift was his speed that it produced a series of heart-stopping sonic booms!

Intense airwaves erupted outward, sweeping all around, making Mo Changxu's robes flap violently and his black hair whip wildly!

A supremely dominant aura spread throughout the arena, resonating with the space, emitting piercing, shrill hums!

This is... Xiangwan Realm, Fifth Layer?!

Mo Changxu's pupils contracted, his heart filled with terror!

He never imagined that the "soft target" he had randomly chosen possessed such formidable strength!

After all, the most powerful cultivator to appear earlier had been only Jiang Ming, at Xiangwan Realm, Second Layer.

Yet now, this obscure youth named Jiang Han possessed cultivation base surpassing even the Eight Great Talents of Cangwu!

Who could have foreseen such an impossible thing?!

At this moment, Mo Changxu's face twisted in bitter rage, wanting nothing more than to curse his mother.

He realized he could not fight him head-on.

To avoid losing limbs, he abandoned all dignity and immediately prepared to turn and flee using a teleportation technique.

Yet the moment his toes shifted, Jiang Han's figure appeared right before him.

Mo Changxu's spirit trembled, his soul nearly fleeing his body.

Just as he opened his mouth to beg, he saw a massive palm rushing toward his face, filling his entire field of vision!

Then his vision went black, and relentless pain pounded against his face!

His throat felt blocked by a massive boulder, inducing intense suffocation—he could not speak, only emit muffled groans!

Jiang Han remained unmoved.

Even under the terrified stares of the crowd, his five fingers gripping Mo Changxu's face tightened slightly, lifting upward.

Mo Changxu could not resist; his feet instantly left the ground, and he was lifted into the air by a single hand.

The suffocation grew stronger, as did the pain.

He stretched out both hands, trying to pry off the palm clamped to his face.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the palm was as if welded in place—unmoving!

Even unleashing all his Yuanli could not budge it an inch!

Whenever he unleashed spiritual force to attack, it vanished instantly, swallowed without a trace!

Every attempt ended in futile failure.

Desperate, Mo Changxu raised his arm and frantically waved it toward the sky, hoping the imperial prodigies nearby would intervene and save him.

But the next moment.

*Crack—*

A crisp, clear sound of snapping bone echoed through the arena, clear to every ear, sending chills down spines and raising every hair on their bodies!

And under Jiang Han's pressure,

Mo Changxu's face was crushed like a squeezed aluminum can, reduced to a bloody, mangled mess of white bone fragments.

His life force rapidly withered.

In less than three breaths, it withered to its peak, then vanished completely!

His hands finally dropped, no longer struggling—or rather, no longer capable of struggling.

Seeing this, Jiang Han's expression remained unchanged.

He waved his hand casually, tossing Mo Changxu's corpse onto the ground.

Slowly lowering his head, he raised his palm.

Gazing at the crimson blood caked on his fingers and palm, feeling its warmth.

On his cold, handsome face, his lips curled slightly, revealing a strangely morbid smile.

"A fresh Riren Realm corpse—this can't be wasted..."

Jiang Han quietly shifted his gaze to Mo Changxu's body on the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation,

He immediately pulled out the Cangwu Token before everyone's eyes, collected Mo Changxu's corpse, and stored it within the Cangwu Token's space.

The entire process was swift, seamless, and flawless.

Watching this, the prodigies of the three imperial dynasties, though stunned, suddenly realized—he had done this before.

Thinking of this, their faces grew even paler, their pupils filled with awe and terror.

No one would have thought that a mere sparring match would claim a life!

"Not one of the Eight Heroes of Cangwu, yet better than the Eight Heroes of Cangwu."

"So where on earth did this King of Hell pop out from?!"

"Heh, this fellow looks utterly unremarkable, yet who would have thought he hid so deep — you truly can't judge a person by their appearance."

"Sigh, isn't that the truth? Not only does he harbor a cultivation base at the fifth layer of the Myriad Manifestations realm, his actions are utterly unrestrained — he takes a life at the slightest provocation. He's like a Demon-Subduing Lord descended from the heavens, truly a Grand Taisui God of the mortal world!"

"What a Grand Taisui God! After today, this Jiang Han will surely shake the three great dynasties and become the ninth hero of the Jiang clan of Cangwu!"

"You all say, of all people Mo Changxu could have chosen, he just had to pick this one — tsk tsk, that luck of his is truly unmatched."

"One choice, a lifetime of bad luck used up — Brother Mo, walk well..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all silently mourning and sympathizing with Mo Changxu's death.

Yet they couldn't help feeling a touch of relief — thank heavens this poor wretch stepped on the mines for them first.

Otherwise, judging by their own strength, if they had rashly challenged Jiang Han, they were doomed to die without a chance of survival!

At the same time.

Within the crowd.