The true blood-soaked feast has finally begun.
But this time, it is not aimed at humans—it is the monsters and specters that cover the mountains and valleys who now face annihilation.
The countless monsters and specters that surged across eight hundred li had all believed they were about to feast on human flesh—never imagining that under this star-studded night sky, the martial prodigy Andrew Han would descend, overturning everything.
Earlier—
They had stood at a distance, watching more than twenty Sect-Class lords join forces to besiege Andrew Han, shaking heaven and earth, shattering stone, and fighting with indescribable ferocity.
So they were brimming with confidence, utterly free of concern.
To them, a mere Martial General—no matter how unbelievable, no matter how he defied imagination—must have an upper limit to his power. Andrew Han was certain to die; there was no doubt about it... Yet no one expected that Andrew Han would refuse all reason!
Strong!
So strong it made specters dizzy, so strong it made monsters tremble.
In a brief span, they had first watched with relish, then stared in utter shock as Andrew Han descended upon the battlefield; soon their expressions turned grave, and finally, they fell into a despair beyond belief.
On the verge of collapse.
The human before them—Andrew Han—was simply too terrifying.
His fists struck like dragons, his Inspiration resounding like a bell, shattering the ghost bodies of the specters.
His chopping palms were like blades, his Internal Power surging like waves, killing the monsters and destroying their bodies.
Terrifying!
An existence of utmost, unimaginable terror!
This figure, wreathed in countless divine rays and radiating a magnificent aura, was utterly unstoppable. Like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he swept clean the world, changed the color of the night, and reversed the course of the blood-soaked feast.
Had it been before—
Who could have imagined—
That a mere Martial General realm human could actually halt their relentless advance?
Leaving aside the endless tide of monsters and specters, even just the twenty-plus Sect-Class beings would be enough to rampage unchecked, perhaps even break through the defensive belt without difficulty.
But all of that—
In front of the human Andrew Han, all was reduced to ashes.
With just a glance, he could freeze Sect-Class specters in place... With bare fists, he could strike monsters dead and make them bleed... He unleashed the martial arts of humankind, transforming into a blazing, indescribable lightning storm that flashed across the heavens and earth, slaughtering all above and below.
"This is bad!"
"He's not just stopping us—he intends to kill us all!" Some naturally cautious monsters were so terrified they were on the verge of collapse, their limbs shaking uncontrollably.
Escape?
They had to escape!
Faced with the dazzling, godlike Andrew Han, they had no thought of resistance—only the desperate urge to survive.
Roar! Roar!
Two unnamed avian monsters flapped their wings frantically and flew away, escaping into the darkness of the night-shrouded forest.
Their speed was astonishing, rivaling that of a speeding car.
But—
With killing intent overflowing, Andrew Han suddenly raised his radiant left palm, unleashing dozens of Internal Power slashes into the night sky in every direction.
It looked simple, but was in fact profound and mysterious.
His eyes shone with dazzling light, and his palm winds condensed into sharp blades.
The early spring air around him, drawn by Andrew Han's solidified Internal Power, surged and roiled through the night sky, finally manifesting as waves of razor-sharp blades.
This was a mastery of air currents.
In his independent dorm room at Jiangnan Academy, Andrew Han would always keep the old fan running and open the window when not practicing martial arts, tirelessly experiencing the flow of air, pondering day and night the secrets of the Cascade of Three Thousand Streams—
Until finally, he forged a technique that belonged entirely to himself.