Emperor Jianwu was dead.
Annihilated, body and soul, by that single sword strike.
High above in the heavens, the Giant Whale cried out as if in celebration, and the swirling snowstorm grew ever larger.
"Master Su, you..."
Xu Han was utterly stunned.
'So Master Su was this powerful all along. He never needed anyone to worry about him. The level of that sword strike... it must have been at the Peak, or perhaps even beyond it.'
"Master Su, this Thousand-year-old Ginseng King... I shouldn't have taken it. It should have been for you. I've wasted this Treasure Medicine..."
Xu Han's aura was faint and growing weaker by the second.
The Big Red Python Robe, which had once fit him perfectly, now hung loosely on his withered, emaciated frame.
He was once a handsome and vigorous man in his thirties, a Peak-level expert of his generation and the Chief Eunuch of the Western Depot. But now, with a full head of white hair, he was as withered as an old man on the verge of death.
