Seeing Su Han attacking, the Imperial Ancestor's face changed fiercely, his figure immediately retreated, and at the same time, Extreme Night was raised, slashing towards Su Han with one strike.
"You think you can control what I've refined?"
Su Han smiled faintly, stepped forward, extended his finger, and a drop of blood squeezed out from the fingertip, gently pointing towards Extreme Night.
"It's been so long, it's time to return."
As Su Han's words fell, the blood instantly transformed into blood mist, rushing straight towards Extreme Night.
Extreme Night seemed to feel the connection emanating from this blood; the slash suddenly trembled violently, but for the Imperial Ancestor's strong cultivation base, he almost felt like he couldn't hold it.
"Su Baliu, if you continue, I will destroy this blade!" the Imperial Ancestor suddenly shouted.
"Threaten me?"
