Chapter 252: Demon Among Demons, Fiendish Star: Jiang Han!

Jiang Han paid no heed to the Black Tiger Sect Master's struggles.

He calmly and unhurriedly activated the Huang Quan Demonic Art.

Streams of Huang Quan origin force surged from his palms, transforming into countless fine needles that seeped into the opponent's skin, rapidly drawing out the power of essence, qi, and spirit!

A wretched scream, like that of a vengeful ghost, rang out.

The Black Tiger Sect Master's skin withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming like tree bark, full of wrinkles.

In just a few breaths, his once burly frame had turned into a skin-and-bones husk of a corpse!

Watching this horrifying scene, the three Purple Mansion Elders were all scared pale as death, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies!

Such terrifying, vicious methods were simply more demonic than even the demonic cultivators themselves!!

What virtue or ability does our Black Tiger Sect possess, to have drawn the hand of such a fiendish star?!

Under the terrified gazes of the crowd.

Jiang Han's expression was cold and stern as he slowly raised his palm.

With a light pat, the Black Tiger Sect Master's withered-wood corpse instantly crumbled into countless motes of dust, scattering on the wind, vanishing from the world without the slightest trace of ever having existed!

Having done all this, Jiang Han silently turned his head to look at the three Purple Mansion Elders before him.

After breaking through to the Origin Sea Realm.

He was already able to simultaneously absorb the essence, qi, and spirit of multiple Purple Mansion cultivators, storing them within his body to be slowly refined over time.

Rather than, as before.

Having to finish refining one person's essence, qi, and spirit before moving on to the next.

Therefore, Jiang Han had absolutely no reason to let the three of them live a moment longer.

Thus, the next moment.

He struck out fiercely, activating the Huang Quan Demonic Art at full power, beginning to draw in the essence, qi, and spirit of the group one by one!

By the time the three Purple Mansion Elders had also turned into husks of corpses.

Jiang Han once again gave a casual pat.

Boom—

The three dried corpses instantly, just like the Black Tiger Sect Master, crumbled together into a great quantity of dust, drifting into the distance on the gentle breeze.

Jiang Han slowly rose to his feet.

He felt a slight swelling within his body.

He raised an eyebrow.

He immediately understood that, after absorbing four Purple Mansion cultivators, he had already reached his absorption limit.

His current state was just like an ordinary person who had eaten their fill and needed time to digest.

But fortunately, these people who deserved death had all already died by his hand.

Afterward, Jiang Han slightly raised his head and surveyed his surroundings.

Gazing at the empty Black Tiger Sect compound.

A trace of bewilderment surfaced in his eyes.

Some days ago, his greatest reason for wanting to grow stronger had been to annihilate the Black Tiger Sect.

But now, at the instant the Black Tiger Sect was destroyed and his goal achieved.

Deep within his heart, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, as if he had lost his sense of direction.

However, this state of bewilderment did not last long.

Because in his mind, the figure of the Clan Chief appeared.

As if he had found a guiding beacon.

Memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

In the end, his spirit rallied, and he clenched both fists tight.

"Since debts of gratitude and grievance are settled, then from here on, my ultimate goal is to make the clan rise!"

From this moment, he had found a new purpose in life!

That was to grow strong as quickly as possible by relying on the Huang Quan Demonic Art.

Striving to shelter the clan from wind and rain as soon as possible, repaying the Clan Chief's kindness, and letting the Clan Chief worry a little less!

The thought settled.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking ahead.

Although he now possessed the cultivation base of the Origin Sea Realm, the Black Tiger Sect's resources were most likely useless to him.

But thinking of the many clansmen who needed these things, he still prepared to continue ransacking the place.

It was just that relying solely on the Purple Mansion space, he could not store so many things.

However, Jiang Han was not worried about this.

He chuckled lightly, swiftly extended both hands, nimbly undressed, and revealed a fair chest.

There, hanging around his neck, was a necklace.

Strung on the necklace were over a dozen rings of differing designs!

These spatial rings had all been plundered from the various major powers, and stored within them were the treasured reserves of those powers.

Apart from a few things that were genuinely useful to him, the rest had been carefully stored away.

Awaiting only the day he returned to Cangwu Mountain.

These spatial rings, holding vast quantities of supplies, could be handed over to the clan.

And these were also the gifts he had left for his clansmen.

The mere thought of the scene upon returning home made Jiang Han unable to stop his eyes from curving slightly, like crescent moons, the corners of his mouth breaking into a smile!

Though hidden beneath a human-skin mask, his smile was grotesque and terrifying, living up to the infamous title "Blood-Hand Butcher."

Yet beneath the mask lay the purest smile of a Jiang family youth.

No matter how he appeared outside.

The family is forever a haven, and the warmest place deep within the soul!

Not long after.

Wu Dan City.

A streak of light shot down from the horizon!

When it reached above the city lord's mansion.

The streak halted, its glow faded, revealing its form.