Chapter 1218: 1218: Killing Jiang Shuihan

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Killing Jiang Shuihan

“Wind Shadow!”

A wave of intense unease surged within Jiang Shuihan’s heart, his mind overcome with panic.

“Whizz!”

Feng Wuchen’s figure suddenly materialized within the barrier, standing tens of meters away from Jiang Shuihan.

“An entire hour has passed, yet your injuries haven’t recovered much, hm?” Feng Wuchen stared at Jiang Shuihan with a playful smirk.

The moment Jiang Shuihan saw Feng Wuchen, his pupils dilated to the extreme, his expression frozen in shock, unable to utter a single word.

“Let me share some good news with you. The subordinates you brought along? I wiped them all out.” Feng Wuchen sneered coldly, his tone dripping with amusement as he looked at Jiang Shuihan.

Jiang Shuihan was utterly dumbfounded, his body unmoving.

“What’s the matter? Are you so shocked that you can’t believe my injuries have fully healed?” Feng Wuchen glanced at the startled Jiang Shuihan and asked with a sneer.

“Your injuries—how can they possibly…” Jiang Shuihan was struck with disbelief.

Feng Wuchen’s injuries had already healed about eight-tenths. If he wished, he could instantly recover completely using his regenerative divine technique.

In the same hour, even with the aid of an elixir, Jiang Shuihan had only managed to recover two-tenths of his strength. How could he possibly accept that Feng Wuchen was nearly healed?

“Jiang Shuihan, your death is imminent.” Feng Wuchen declared cruelly as the dagger in his hand flipped, shooting out with unwavering determination.

Jiang Shuihan’s heart sank in fear, and he immediately leaped backward to avoid the assault.

With severe injuries, Jiang Shuihan was no match for Feng Wuchen.

“Damn brat, what the hell is going on? How could his injuries possibly heal this fast?” Jiang Shuihan cursed inwardly, caught between panic and rage, unable to comprehend the situation no matter how hard he tried.

Even with the consumption of miraculous pills, wouldn’t it take time to absorb the medicinal potency?

“You cannot escape.” Feng Wuchen sneered, activating his teleportation ability with a single thought, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

“Not good!” Jiang Shuihan’s face shifted dramatically, and he attempted to evade.

But his current speed could no longer compare to its terrifying peak.

“Boom!”

“Gah!”

As Feng Wuchen reappeared, before Jiang Shuihan could react, a sudden explosion erupted, and the domineering force sent him into a fit of bloody coughs. Whatever portions of his injuries had recovered, they worsened once more.

“Killing you, along with the thirty-six Heavenly Monarchs, will weaken Moon God Palace’s power significantly. If Chi Qingshan learns about this, who knows, he might just die from rage.” Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly.

“What in the world is going on? His strength has actually recovered as well.” Jiang Shuihan was utterly perplexed.

It was already remarkable that Feng Wuchen’s injuries had healed, but even the energy he’d consumed during battle was somehow replenished.

The scenario defied Jiang Shuihan’s understanding.

“Whizz!”

“Boom!”

Just as Jiang Shuihan steadied himself, another deafening blast resounded, and he coughed up blood once more, his figure flung backward.

Two heavy blows in rapid succession had worsened Jiang Shuihan’s injuries further, leaving his body trembling and unstable.

“Any final words? Speak quickly!” Feng Wuchen appeared behind Jiang Shuihan like a phantom.

Startled, Jiang Shuihan instinctively dashed away to retreat.

“Hmph! You think you can kill me? Ridiculous! Don’t forget, I haven’t even used my artifacts from the beginning. Do you really think I’m this weak?” Jiang Shuihan growled viciously, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Feng Wuchen behind him.

“Oh? Is that so?” Feng Wuchen showed no sign of fear; no matter how powerful Jiang Shuihan’s artifact might be, it posed no threat to him.

Burdened with severe injuries and drained energy, any tools Jiang Shuihan deployed would be futile now.

A formidable force erupted from Jiang Shuihan’s body, casting a greenish glow, though its aura was noticeably weaker than before.

With a thought, Jiang Shuihan summoned a blue-glowing orb—a Heavenly Grade Immortal Artifact—to quickly bolster his aura.

“Jiang Shuihan, you’re already a spent arrow. Struggling is useless.” Feng Wuchen sneered, treating Jiang Shuihan’s artifact with sheer disdain.

As his voice finished, Feng Wuchen’s figure appeared on Jiang Shuihan’s left side.

Jiang Shuihan abruptly turned to the left, only for Feng Wuchen’s silhouette to vanish once more.

“How foolish… or perhaps arrogant. Despite being gravely injured, you dared to remain here. Heaven must be severing your retreat.” Feng Wuchen’s eerie voice resounded from Jiang Shuihan’s right.

Unable to discern Feng Wuchen’s location, Jiang Shuihan’s face contorted, the muscles on his face twitching wildly.

“Show yourself if you have the guts!” Jiang Shuihan growled lowly.

“I’m right here.” Feng Wuchen ominously appeared before Jiang Shuihan.

“Die!” Jiang Shuihan momentarily froze, then roared in fury, thrusting a palm at Feng Wuchen.

“Boom!”

The moment Jiang Shuihan attacked, Feng Wuchen vanished yet again, leaving the punch to strike only air.

“Argh! Come out! Show yourself!” Jiang Shuihan’s enraged screams echoed relentlessly.

“Swoosh!”

Within that instant, a dagger suddenly pierced Jiang Shuihan’s heart, causing his body to convulse uncontrollably.

“Damn it!” Jiang Shuihan stared at the blood gushing from his chest in horror.

“When people scream in anger, they’re venting rage deep within… But this often becomes the most fatal vulnerability.” Feng Wuchen’s icy voice arose behind him.

“I—the Commander—actually… actually died at your hands…” Jiang Shuihan roared furiously, his heart in turmoil as he faced his demise, perhaps harboring regret for choosing to confront Feng Wuchen.

“To be fair, you are the strongest opponent I’ve faced to date. But alas, arrogance and stupidity are often lethal traits.” Feng Wuchen sneered, slowly withdrawing the dagger.

Feng Wuchen understood better than anyone the dangers of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Thus, when an opportunity presented itself, he would never allow Jiang Shuihan to escape.

“How did your injuries and energy recover so quickly? It’s impossible—” Jiang Shuihan questioned, still desperate for answers even as he drew his last breaths.

“Considering you are indeed a powerful adversary, I’ll make sure you die with lingering doubts. I won’t tell you. Even if you return as a vengeful ghost, the frustration will haunt you to your core. That way, I can rest easy. Your storage ring is mine now.” Feng Wuchen grinned grotesquely, casually snatching Jiang Shuihan’s Storage Ring.

“You—” Jiang Shuihan seethed with rage, his entire being trembling violently.

But his time had run out. His breath grew weaker, slipping further into death’s embrace, beyond salvation.

Even if he hadn’t died, Feng Wuchen’s taunting words might have killed him from sheer anger!

“You had a chance to live, but you squandered it. Let me see you off.” Feng Wuchen remarked coldly as Jiang Shuihan’s body plummeted downward. With a mere wave of his hand, a thread of dark flame shot out.

“Fwoosh!”

Jiang Shuihan’s corpse ignited with black fire and was reduced to ashes in mere seconds.

The Moon God Palace’s formidable Grand Commander, the Ling Realm’s most powerful Heavenly Monarch, fell to ruin.

“From this moment on, I am the strongest Heavenly Monarch of the Ling Realm! Hahaha!” Feng Wuchen laughed triumphantly, soaring into the air and leaving.

The deaths of Jiang Shuihan and thirty-six Heavenly Monarchs would certainly alert the Moon God Palace, infuriating Chi Qingshan. Greater trouble undoubtedly awaited.