Hundreds of cultivators from the Kui Mei clan fell nearly every second. In less than ten minutes, over a hundred thousand cultivators were annihilated by Sun Xiaoshan's divine sense attack. This was even with Sun Xiaoshan diverting a large portion of his divine sense to lock onto the flying boat.
"Huh? Who is this big shot? Thinking of escaping the moment we meet?" Every movement of the flying boat was within Sun Xiaoshan's grasp. He hadn't expected this flying boat to be able to break through his divine sense blockade.
Seeing this, how could Sun Xiaoshan let him have his way? He immediately abandoned using his divine sense to kill enemies and instead poured all of it onto the flying boat, causing its speed to decrease significantly once more.
"Fire, come!"
Sun Xiaoshan roared...
Endless flames instantly engulfed all cultivators within a hundred meters of the ground, and the consequence was the death of the remaining hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
At the early Mahayana stage, Sun Xiaoshan's move could cover a hundred-mile radius, let alone now with his Heavenly Venerable cultivation. One move encompassed a thousand-mile area, and the flames reached a terrifying height of over 170 meters.
For these low to mid-level cultivators who could only fly in the airspace below a hundred meters, how could they possibly be Saint Emperors?
"This... how can he be so strong?" Han Shi retracted his hands, which had been injecting true essence into the flying boat, and stared blankly at the sea of fire below the flying boat, where hundreds of thousands of Kui Mei clan cultivators were thrashing and wailing. He seemed to see countless wronged souls beckoning to him.
"Saint Son, who exactly is this fellow? If the Human Race truly had such powerful cultivators, why have they lived in this barren land for so long?"
Mong Lu also showed despair in her eyes. She had thought coming to the Northern Region with Han Shi would be like sightseeing, never imagining that she might lose her life here. Who was she? She was the daughter of the elder of the world's top sect, her life was extremely precious.
"Human! You have already killed millions of my cultivators. I believe your anger should be vented by now. I am the Saint Son of the Holy Land. If possible, perhaps we can sit down and chat?"
Han Shi saw the figure walking step by step towards them and immediately spoke.
"Saint Son? No wonder such a grand spectacle. It's just that I didn't expect the Saint Son of the Holy Land to be such a coward. It seems the reputation of the Meng Tian Holy Land is nothing more than that."
"I am only ranked seventh among the Saint Sons of Meng Tian, and Senior's strength is so immense. If I were still not sensible, I would be a fool." Han Shi seemed not to notice the mockery in Sun Xiaoshan's tone.
"You are indeed a fool. Killing a Saint Son of the Holy Land must be very interesting." Sun Xiaoshan laughed heartily. Whether he was a Saint Son of the Holy Land or not, it held little significance for Sun Xiaoshan now. After all, his current goal was to bring down the entire Holy Land and let the Human Race take its place.
"Damn it, let's fight him! I don't believe it, he still has so much true essence after all this time! Let's charge together!"
Hearing Sun Xiaoshan's words, Han Shi became enraged. He had thought that by mentioning the title of Saint Son of the Holy Land, the other party would at least hesitate to attack him, but clearly, he had been overthinking.
Kill!
On the flying boat, Han Li was the first to attack. His speed was so fast that even Sun Xiaoshan, who was constantly observing with his divine sense, was taken aback. This was because he saw traces of 'flash' in Han Li's movement technique. Although his 'flash' only covered a distance of dozens of meters, it was already very surprising.
Kill!
Since Han Li had made a move, there was no reason for the two newcomers, Xiao Yuan and He Lin, to remain idle. However, they didn't notice that almost at the same moment they moved, Han Shi, with one arm around Mong Lu, leaped from the flying boat. With nine flashes, he was miles away.
The seventh Saint Son of Meng Tian ultimately couldn't withstand the pressure from Sun Xiaoshan and immediately fled into the distance with Mong Lu.
Wasn't he going to fight to the death?
Mong Lu looked at Han Shi, who was holding her and fleeing, completely bewildered. She had been ready to make a move just moments ago, but then this dramatic scene unfolded.
Han Shi also had no words for his plight. Damn it, he shouldn't have brought this woman out. She was the elder's daughter, and the entire sect knew she had come out with him this time. If anything happened to her here, even as Saint Son, he wouldn't get off easy.
But why is she as heavy as a pig?
Han Shi felt for the first time that Mong Lu, who was considered the most beautiful woman in Meng Tian, weighed so much. She had single-handedly slowed down his early Mahayana flight speed by a full thirty percent.
And the three people charging towards Sun Xiaoshan, with Han Li in the lead and the other two assisting, unleashed an endless barrage of true essence attacks that swept towards Sun Xiaoshan like a surging tide.
"Do mere ants dare to shake an elephant!" Sun Xiaoshan sneered at this. He stretched out his right hand, and a colossal energy hand, covering several kilometers, materialized in the air and slapped down towards them.
Boom...
A booming sound erupted, and the immense aftershock stirred up a gust of wind, carrying away flying sand and rocks. After the dust settled, a giant handprint remained where the great hand had disappeared.
Han Li, who was at the True Human realm, Xiao Yuan and He Lin, both at the peak of the Enlightenment realm, were all three crushed into powder by Sun Xiaoshan's single attack, as if he were swatting mosquitoes. If not for the slight traces of blood in the deep pit left by the palm print, one might have thought Sun Xiaoshan had missed.
Boom...
The deafening sound startled Han Shi, who had already fled a considerable distance. He turned his head and saw a large mountain being smashed into a deep pit by that giant hand. Without a second thought for whether Mong Lu was the elder's daughter, he grabbed her and threw her backward, then put all his strength, honed by years of practice, into escaping.
However, he still seemed to have underestimated Sun Xiaoshan's strength. A distance of several hundred kilometers was merely a flash away, and a bit further would just take another flash.
"You're running?" Sun Xiaoshan held Mong Lu in one hand, looking at Han Shi with a smile. At the same time, he felt a bit disgusted by the Meng Tian tribesman in his hand, as their physique was rather large.
"Senior, spare my life." Sun Xiaoshan's methods had thoroughly frightened him. At this moment, he no longer cared about being a Saint Son or not, and he knelt on the ground.