Moonlight gleams, scattered rocks crowd the ground, and a deep-colored giant bell covers the ancient well.
He grips Presented Liquid Internal Power.
He grips his strongest Blood-Dyed Riverbank Art.
Expressionless, Andrew Han quietly faces the eye-shaped Specters and says, “I’ll claim the lives of your kind.”
Like a god clad in black battle armor, wreathed in the winds of heaven and earth, blazing with power, ephemeral as a passing hurricane, he descends to declare the storm of life and death.
Blood-Dyed Riverbank Art—crushing gold, shattering jade, destroying flesh.
"Go."
"Andrew Han, go!"
Jason Jiang lets out a final low roar. Realizing the inescapable certainty of death, his feelings are regretful, wistful, lonely, tinged with fear—but above all, unwavering.
Who doesn’t fear death when it’s at the door?
Even those called Peerless fear death!
“Interesting... truly interesting! Sacrificing yourself in front of us, then die!” Leo Liu’s face flashes a ghastly green as he lunges forward.
?
Why?
Standing to the side, Andrew Han’s frosty expression shifts ever so slightly; unconsciously, he withdraws his right palm.
There’s one thing he must admit—
Since stepping into the Martial Arts World, he always thought he understood it. Yet as time marches on, he finds it ever harder to grasp.
"Jason Jiang?"
"You’re buying me time to escape?"
“Who in the world can be Peerless? I can! I can! I can!” Jason Jiang kneels in the mud, his twisted left arm pressing the giant bell, letting the terrifying Specters crash into him, his right palm stretched out and slowly clenching.
But.
His silver-white hair splits strand by strand.
In a daze, Andrew Han falls silent, recalling Jason Jiang’s enigmatic question—'Do you know what it means to be Peerless? You don’t. I do.'
What does it mean to be Peerless?
So this is the Peerless you hold to.
The glory of the Peerless title has already taken root deep in Jason Jiang’s heart. It is a conviction he will carry to his death, even at the cost of his own life, just to uphold Peerless.
Peerless Tyrant.
A creed of unrivaled dominance.
From afar, Leo Liu witnesses the scene, truly shocked. It had anticipated every possibility except this one.
This is the human emotion Specters cannot comprehend!
'Heh heh.'
'Interesting... truly interesting! Sacrificing yourself in front of us, then die!' Leo Liu’s face flashes a ghastly green as he lunges forward.
Behind them, three Sect-Class Specters bare their fangs, charging at the ancient well and giant bell—charging at Jason Jiang.
Howl! Howl! Howl!
A savage, vengeful aura floods heaven and earth, nearly blotting out the moonlight as soft as silk. Even the mountain breeze freezes, painted with unstoppable arrogance.
Three Sect-Class Specters—taking your life is effortless!
Andrew Han?
Jason Jiang, you will die here! And Peerless Andrew Han—there’s no escape for you either!
'Hahaha!'
'Who in the world can be Peerless? I can! I can! I can!' Jason Jiang kneels in the mud, his twisted left arm pressing the giant bell, bracing for the Specters’ assault, his right palm stretched out and slowly clenching.