God Emperor

“Who are you?”

Feng Han squinted into the darkness, facing the direction where the young man stood. Cold air radiated from his body and grew unceasingly intense, followed by the aura exuding from him.

This time, Zhang Ruochen revealed his true self, whose face Feng Han never knew, lest he should recognize him as Lin Yue.

Zhang Ruochen gently laid Sword Saint Xuanjis body on the ground, untied his Taoist cloak and covered his masters remains. Only then did he tighten his grip on the Abyss Ancient Sword.

With a cold murderous stare, he asked Feng Han, “Are you the fourth disciple of Sword Saint Xuanji Feng Han, or are you the Sixth Royal Prince of Immortal Vampires?”

Feng Han scrutinized his opponent carefully. While he couldnt tell Zhang Ruochens exact level of cultivation, he was certain it wasnt a half-saints.

An ordinary monk of a Fish-Dragon realm, whats there to be afraid of?

Feng Han let down his guard completely, licked his lips and then curved them into a sneer. “Does my identity matter to you?”

“Of course.”

Zhang Ruochen replied through gritted teeth, “Because your answer determines the way you are going to die. Relative to the vampires, my hatred towards a traitor is far greater.”

Had Sword Saints Xuanji died in a fair duel with Nine Serenity Sword Saint, Zhang Ruochen would not have felt such anger about his masters unjust death. At most he would challenge Nine Serenity Sword Saint in another duel in the name of Sword Saint Xuanjis apprentice, and bring back the honor by taking him down.

All men must die.

For a swordsman, to die in combat was seen as honorable.