Chapter 1077: Collapse

However, just as Han Wuxian's palm, covered in dark gold star patterns, was about to grab the dagger.

His hand shook violently! The dark gold material covering it instantly became extremely thin, nearly transparent! At the same time, a weak yet pure stellar source power was forcibly expelled by him, coiling around his palm!

Siss!!

The azure-blue dagger "Silent Kiss" pierced through that thin dark gold material without resistance, viciously stabbing into Han Wuxian's palm! The deadly poison instantly invaded!

"Ah!" Han Wuxian let out a pained groan; his palm instantly turned dark black-purple, the excruciating pain piercing his heart!

But at the instant the dagger entered flesh, a flash of ruthless triumph flickered in his eyes! He clenched his five fingers tightly, ignoring the poison's corrosion, and death-gripped the hilt of "Silent Kiss"! At the same time, using the impact from the dagger's thrust and his own forcibly twisted momentum,

His whole body, as if pulled by the dagger, lurched backward at an extremely strange angle! At the same time, the arm gripping the dagger flung backward violently!

This move was exquisitely perfect!

Hiss!!

The dagger "Silent Kiss", which he death-gripped like a bone-deep ulcer, under Han Wuxian's desperate fling, pierced with pinpoint accuracy into the weak point where the blade and hilt of the pursuing hook-sword met, which was lunging straight for his throat!

Clang!

Crack!

A piercing shatter sound!

The hook-sword's sinister arc-light froze instantly! The blade-hilt joint was viciously pierced and jammed by the poisoned dagger "Silent Kiss"! The spiritual light flowing along the blade, as if choked, instantly dimmed and went chaotic! The hook-sword, like a drunkard, staggered violently in the air, its momentum greatly reduced, barely grazing Han Wuxian's neck, leaving only a faint bloodstain.

"What?!" the hook-nosed cultivator exclaimed in shock and disbelief! He never expected Han Wuxian to use such a near-suicidal method, breaking his flying sword with Lao San's dagger! His mind-sword connection injured, he let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

And just in that 0.1-second gap when the hook-sword lost control and veered off!

Han Wuxian's right hand, blackened and purplish from the poison, suddenly released the hilt of "Silent Kiss", fingers curling into claws, clutching the last trace of condensed dark gold star-ray and a resolve to perish together, he viciously lunged at the hook-nosed cultivator's ankle—right within reach, his mind shaken by the out-of-control sword, his defenses breached.

The hook-nosed cultivator never imagined that, despite being poisoned and on the brink of death, Han Wuxian could launch such a precise and ruthless counterattack! Instinctively trying to pull back, but his footing was soft snow, and his mind, unsettled by the sword's injury, slowed his reaction by a beat.

Thud!

Han Wuxian's poison-blackened hand, yet gleaming with dark gold star-ray, clamped like an iron vise onto the hook-nosed cultivator's left ankle!

A terrifying force containing stellar source power and earth's will, mixed with the poison of "Bone-Eating Azure", erupted from the claw's tip and surged violently inside!

"Urah!!!" the hook-nosed cultivator screamed a sound so horrific it was hardly human! He felt his ankle as if clamped by a red-hot branding iron, while a wave of icy poison mixed with violent tearing force instantly spread upward! His protective spiritual light shattered like paper, his left leg rapidly turning black and swollen, bones emitting a grating crack.

Agony and fear robbed him of reason; he struggled desperately, the hook-sword flailing wildly out of control!

"Big Brother!" Lao San was stunned by this sudden turn; his newly formed binding technique collapsed instantly, seeing Big Brother corroded by poison, wailing in agony, his soul fled in terror.

"Get lost!" the hook-nosed cultivator, bursting with ferocity from pain and fear of death, kicked hard at Han Wuxian's chest while his right hand rummaged in his bosom, as if to pull out some hidden trump card!

However, this was exactly the opportunity Han Wuxian had been waiting for!

At the moment the hook-nosed cultivator distractedly kicked at his own chest and reached into his bosom with his right hand

Han Wuxian's claw, locked on the cultivator's ankle, exploded with force, using the opponent's kick to glide like a weightless wraith along the leg's side, instantly closing in! His target: the cultivator's right wrist as it reached into his bosom.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

Crack!

A clear bone-shattering crack rang out!

Han Wuxian's left hand, intact and coated in dark gold material, like a scalpel of utmost precision, instantly seized the hook-nosed cultivator's right wrist and twisted hard! Mighty finger strength combined with stellar source power instantly crushed the wrist bone to powder!

"Ah!" the hook-nosed cultivator screamed again in heart-rending agony; the jade box he had just pulled out, flashing with dangerous red light, fell with a "pat" onto the snow.

Han Wuxian didn't even glance at the jade box; his crimson-gold eyes held only icy killing intent! The hand that had crushed the cultivator's wrist moved up like an iron band, tightly gripping his throat!

"Huh… huh…" the hook-nosed cultivator's eyes bulged, his face instantly turning liver-colored, his poisoned left leg twitching feebly, his shattered right hand hanging limp, only hoarse choking sounds escaping his throat. His eyes brimmed with incredulous fear, hatred, and despair.

"In your next life… don't provoke… those you shouldn't provoke…" Han Wuxian's voice sounded like the Nine Nether Cold Wind blowing, icy and bone-piercing. He clenched his fingers around the cultivator's throat with sudden force!

Crack!

The sound of the throat bone breaking was clearly audible.

The hook-nosed cultivator's body jerked rigid, his bulging eyes instantly losing luster, his head limp and drooping, his breath utterly cut off.

Han Wuxian released his grip; the hook-nosed cultivator's corpse slumped like a torn sack onto the snow, joining Lao Wu's remains.

He panted violently, each breath burning with pain. The poisonous blackness had spread from his right hand to his forearm, waves of numbness washing over him. That desperate counterattack had exhausted his last ounce of strength and spirit; his body swayed, barely able to stand.

His crimson-gold eyes slowly turned toward the last person.

That was Lao San, already terrified witless by the bloody slaughter before him, trembling like a quail.

Lao San gazed at the corpses of Big Brother and Lao Wu, then at the snow-covered figure who seemed to have crawled out of the Blood Prison, drenched in blood, eyes cold as a demon—Han Wuxian—and his final mental barrier collapsed completely!

Plop!

His knees gave way and he dropped straight to his knees in the icy snow, tears and snot streaming, he kowtowed desperately: "Spare me! Spare me, Senior Brother Han! It was them who forced me! They were greedy! It has nothing to do with me! Please, raise your hand high and treat me like a fart to be blown away! I swear I'll immediately leave the Nan Ting Mountain Region and never appear again! Please! Spare me!"