Chapter 191

Every technique released harmonizes hardness and softness, imbued with the force of yin-yang opposition.

It is said that before becoming a Godslayer, the Luo Hao Sect's leader dared to confront the Unsubmissive Gods.

Perhaps other Godslayers could reach this level and succeed in slaying gods, but much of it relies on fortune.

Only the Luo Hao Sect's leader, Luo Cuilian, is an exception.

Her success in slaying gods stems largely from her own strength.

Su Han's eyes instantly turned icy.

He felt that… terrifying pressure, and clenched his fists as Armament Haki instantly enveloped him.

With a bang, he shoved forward, meeting Luo Cuilian head-on with the most ferocious force.

"Texas Smash!"

A martial art secret passed down from Ou Er Mai Te, the symbol of peace.

Concentrating all power into the fist, one punch unleashes an unparalleled wind pressure.

Like a storm descending.

"Crash!"

The void trembled, and the air shattered apart.

Like an eighth-degree earthquake, Mount Lushan shook violently.

Dust scattered everywhere; the secret forest blanketing Mount Lushan, as if struck by a storm, was flung outward, snapped at the trunk.

"How could a newly risen Godslayer possibly fight Master to this extent?"

Lu Yinghua's face showed shock and disbelief.

If Su Han had unleashed his own divine authority, and fought Luo Cuilian to a standstill, he wouldn't be surprised.

But now, Su Han used no divine power whatsoever—only his physical prowess and technique—to match Luo Cuilian evenly.

This made Lu Yinghua's heart tremble.

"You still have time to watch? Run away!"

On the other side, Liliya barely dodged a flying boulder, spat out a curse, and leapt down Mount Lushan.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Luo Cuilian soared into the air, her hair whipping, her eyes blazing with startling brilliance, "Excellent! You truly suit my taste—those… who recklessly wield divine authority aren't true experts!"

"But you—very good!"

Luo Cuilian could sense that Su Han's punch contained his own Dao.

It was a technique that transformed everything into pure force, pursuing nothing but ultimate destructive power.

Luo Cuilian felt no disappointment—instead, her eyes lit up.

If she had mastered countless martial arts, eventually synthesizing them to create her own unique Flying Phoenix Twelve Palms,

then Su Han, from the very start, abandoned all external techniques, focusing solely on power.

This did not warrant her contempt—it was also a path to supreme strength.

"Would you be interested in becoming my adopted younger brother?"

Luo Cuilian laughed loudly and extended the invitation.

"Though I don't know why you're beside Marquis Wo Ban, come to me—I'll give you the Wuyusheng Sect!"

"The Godslayer of China should rule China!"

"I'm sorry, but I have no such intention—for now."

Su Han's lips curled into a faint smile.

"But since we've said this much—won't you make a wager with me?"

"What kind of wager?"

Luo Cuilian grew interested.

"If I win, you sign a contract. If you win, I become your adopted younger brother."

Su Han studied Luo Cuilian silently, his mind made up.

Only by truly fighting Luo Cuilian could he perceive just how immense her power was.

If he could make Luo Cuilian sign a master-servant contract, his strength would surely advance further.

If he could get Luo Cuilian to sign a master-servant contract, his strength would surely advance further.

Luo Cuilian narrowed her eyes slightly, then burst into laughter.

"Fine! I am so beautiful and powerful—how could I possibly lose to you? But a divine authority contract? No. Unless you crush me utterly, I will never sign any contract."

"At most, I'll recognize you as my adopted elder brother and cede you the position of Wu Lin Alliance leader."

Su Han's brow twitched slightly, and he sighed inwardly, a touch disappointed.

But then his eyes returned to their cold clarity.

But then his eyes returned to their cold clarity.

Luo Cuilian activated her divine authority: Great Strength Vajra Divine Art—the power she gained after killing two Vajra Warriors of the Buddhist sect, greatly enhancing her physical strength.

At this moment, she looked divine, like a celestial Buddha descended upon the mortal world, striding forward with massive steps.

A terrifying punch slammed forward—completely different from her previous balance of hardness and softness, radiating brutal, domineering force.

Even Su Han now felt a delusion—as if facing the peak-era Bai Hu Zi—sensing that… terrifying pressure and force.

Su Han even had a delusion now, as if facing Bai Hu Zi in his full prime, feeling that… terrifying pressure and force.

Su Han's hair whipped as his body instantly transformed into endless lightning, stepping forward in one stride.

With a whoosh, Su Han appeared before the Luo Hao Sect's leader, as if teleporting.

With a swift whoosh, Su Han appeared right before the Luo Hao Sect Master, as if teleporting.

The Dark Fruit activated instantly, covering his body with a layer of black mist.

Boom!

Luo Cuilian's fist, wielding unparalleled force, slammed into Su Han's body—yet it struck like hitting cotton, silently dissipating all power.

"What?"

With her vast martial experience, Luo Cuilian instinctively sensed something was wrong and stepped back.

She used Divine Foot Passage, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant.

She watched from afar, uncertain and wary.

Too strong—unnaturally so.

According to Luo Cuilian's knowledge, he should have been a first-time Godslayer—but whether his transformation into lightning or the black mist that nullified her power before, neither could be ignored.

It was power on the level of Divine Authority.

"This guy… really a first-time Godslayer?"

Swish—a calm, indifferent voice sounded behind Luo Cuilian: "Of course."

Thunder God Technique.

Su Han reached out and seized Luo Cuilian's shoulder—slow in appearance, swift in reality.

Even with Luo Cuilian's martial intuition, though she sensed it in time, escape was already too late.

"Dark Barrier!"

Su Han uttered three words.

Pitch-black radiance spread from his body, instantly engulfing all of heaven and earth.

Within the black light, Luo Cuilian's pupils shrank sharply.

She felt her Divine Authority rendered useless, her spell energy severely suppressed.

"Another Divine Authority… ah, this is infuriating! Who the hell told me you were just a new Godslayer?"

Lu Yinghua, fleeing rapidly down the mountain, suddenly sneezed, a faint unease stirring in his heart.

But seeing another massive boulder hurtling toward him, he still dashed down the mountain without pause.

Even now, with her Divine Authority and spell energy suppressed to their limits, Luo Cuilian did not give up.

She channeled all her strength into one strike, her hand forming a claw, tearing through space to grasp backward.

Her voice was cold and unyielding.

"Even if I've lost my Divine Authority, I am still Luo Hao, Luo Cuilian!"

"Twelve Flying Phoenix Palms… Phoenix Claw, Rip Out the Heart!"

"Truly remarkable, Luo Hao!"

Su Han sighed softly—but this time, it was not the power of the Dark Fruit.