Chapter 839: I

At this moment, it was not just Han Li who was stunned—Huang Xun and Mo Wen, upon seeing this scene, were also frozen in shock.

They nearly doubted their own eyes.

"How could this be? I remember every single Grand Master of Huaxia Country clearly! But there's never been anyone like this pink-haired woman."

Mo Wen was thrown into confusion, "And her hair and iris color—could she even be Huaxian? No, foreign countries don't have Grand Masters with this appearance either."

Huang Xun's face remained expressionless, but his inner shock was no less than the other two.

Gradually, a new thought flashed through his mind.

"... Could it be the one Jianghai City's hermit, whom Mr. Li Hongtian once mentioned? But Mr. Li Hongtian never said the Jianghai City hermit was a woman..."

Huang Xun suddenly realized.

"No! Mr. Li Hongtian spoke very little about the one in Jianghai City! There's still a chance the Jianghai City hermit is a woman."

Because Li Hongtian had never elaborated, Huang Xun had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Su Han strode forward and pressed one palm forward.

Terrifying, brilliant lightning erupted from his palm like a sudden bloom.

Like a torrent of thunder, it roared forward.

Instantly tearing through the flame column descending from Lam Bu.

The black mist had not yet breached the flame column when it was struck again by the torrent of lightning.

This time, unlike before, it could not match the flame column's power—it was ripped apart outright.

The three Juedian Sect Grand Masters showed no joy; their expressions instantly turned to horror.

Su Han's lightning had surged forward and torn open the seal.

The black mist, which had previously seeped out in thin threads, now gushed forth like a spring.

What the hell kind of move was this? Even Han Li, who trusted Su Han the most among the three, was stunned.

Perhaps Su Han had done something like this before in Shannan Province, but for the three Juedian Sect Grand Masters present, this was something they had never seen in their lives.

"Just as I imagined! The invasion of the Dark Corrupted Will..."

Su Han blinked, his pupils transforming into the Rinnegan, his voice carrying a cold edge, utterly devoid of emotion.

He clenched his fist, unleashing all his power at this moment.

"If you hadn't come into our world, I might still have had no way to grasp you."

"But now that you've come into our world—you've become an entity I can perceive."

"I've caught you..."

"Now! Even if I can't kill you, I'll cripple you!"

Su Han's voice was low; the Power Stone glowed, and his body erupted with terrifying energy.

His Kenbunshoku had already sensed that... the metaphysical presence akin to the World's Will.

This was the first time he had ever felt its existence.

Su Han never feared powerful enemies—he only struggled with enemies whose forms he couldn't detect.

Now, the opponent had abandoned its advantage.

He suddenly raised his fist and slammed it forward.

Boom—a sharp crack echoed as the void shattered into jagged cracks, space breaking like glass.

The punch's force, carrying countless shattered fragments of space, roared forward in a sweeping torrent.