stonecrandall Chapter 110 For Justice, Defeat the Evil Han Li
Chapter 110 For Justice, Defeat the Evil Han Li
Chapter 110 For Justice, Defeat the Evil Han Li
The sword light was fierce, tearing through the night sky. The protective poisonous miasma that shrouded the Wan Du Sect camp was shattered like paper under this sword.
In the sky, Zhang Xiaofan took the lead.
It had only been a little over two months since the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament, but his aura had changed dramatically. With the comprehension of the two volumes of Heavenly Books and the gradual awakening of the pure Yang power within his body, he was no longer the ignorant man he once was. The Soul-Devouring Staff, enveloped in a sword-shaped phantom, shone brightly with azure light in his hand, the staff trembled, and emitted a deep hum.
He gripped the staff with both hands, raised it high, and swung it down heavily. The clear sound of the sword echoed through the heavens and earth, and a hundred-foot-long sword aura swept across the sky, carrying an overwhelming force as it crashed into the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect camp.
"boom--!"
Exclamations and screams rang out simultaneously. Countless disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect were torn to pieces by the sword energy before they could even react. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, with blood seeping into the scorched earth.
Lu Xueqi followed closely behind, the Tianya Divine Sword blazing with blue light, its cold radiance particularly dazzling in the night. Without the slightest hesitation, she charged straight into the depths of the Wan Du Sect camp, sword and all, as if she had unleashed her full power, slashing and stabbing at anyone she saw. Only the sword light flashed and fell again and again, and wherever the sword's edge struck, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Tian Ling'er, Xiao Yicai, Qi Hao, and others were equally unwilling to fall behind.
Amber Silk, Seven Star Sword, Frost Sword, Dragon Slayer Sword—the light of various magical treasures intertwined in the night sky. Everyone fought their own battles, dashing left and right, showing only excitement and no fear.
Combined with the special effect of their black robes, those from nearby sects, seeing them from afar, might mistake them for ghost messengers coming to claim lives.
Xiaoyu, in particular, has gone on a killing spree.
She hovered in mid-air, with the Li Feiyu Special Aircraft guarding her side. The dragon talisman in her hand lit up one after another, and the sound of explosions was almost continuous.
Next came the Blood Refining Hall disciples, who launched an attack from the other side and were now engaged in combat with the remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
This group of people are unloved and unwanted. They come from the demonic path and their methods are ruthless. Now that they are under a restriction, they have no choice but to use any means necessary to survive.
"Who dares to offend my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect!"
Seeing the outer defenses breached in the blink of an eye, a roar of shock and rage suddenly erupted.
Two figures shot into the sky from the main tent, one a bloody light, the other a trail of multicolored poisonous smoke, rising into the air simultaneously.
The Blood-Sucking Demon and the Hundred Poisons looked around and saw that the disciples they had brought from Liubo Mountain had suffered heavy casualties in a single encounter. The two men turned ashen-faced and were furious.
Bai Duzi made the first move. His five fingers were like hooks, and he pressed down in the direction where Zhang Xiaofan and the others were. Wherever his palm wind passed, the rocks and plants instantly turned black and withered, and even the air seemed to have been drained of its vitality.
The next moment, a sword light streaked across the sky.
"clang!"
The sword light collided with the poisonous palm, and Bai Duzi's poison technique was instantly broken. His face darkened, and he looked in the direction from which the sword light came. In mid-air, a figure dressed in a black robe stood holding a sword, his body surging with murderous aura, making it impossible to see his face.
Bai Duzi sneered, "What kind of rat are you, hiding your head and showing your tail?"
The man in black robes did not answer; he simply raised his magic sword and gave it a gentle turn.
In an instant, dozens of illusory sword shadows appeared in the sky. These sword shadows were full of murderous aura, and their blades faintly shimmered with dark red light, as if they had just been pulled from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Sensing the menacing aura surrounding him, the last trace of doubt in Yunyi Daoren's heart dissipated.
He had initially worried that the crudely made robe wouldn't be able to conceal the aura of a master like him at the Shangqing Realm, but now it seems he was worrying unnecessarily; the cloak's effectiveness was even better than he had imagined.
"Catch the sword."
A hoarse, deep voice came from beneath the black robe.
Yunyi Daoist thrust his sword straight forward, and in an instant, dozens of sword shadows moved simultaneously, like an endless rain of swords, pouring down on Bai Duzi.
Bai Duzi's pupils contracted sharply, and he thrust out with both palms. A cloud of multicolored poisonous smoke surged out from his sleeves, rapidly spreading in the night wind and transforming into a ferocious poisonous dragon, directly confronting the sky full of sword energy.
"Boom boom boom boom—"
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The sword light and the poisonous mist collided and exploded repeatedly, the aftershocks destroying all the surrounding rocks and trees.
The old vampire snorted coldly. There was no rule of one-on-one combat in the demonic path. This person deserved to die here tonight because he didn't know what was good for him.
He raised his hand and made a hand seal. Suddenly, a skull image flashing with dark red light rose up behind him. The skull opened its huge mouth and let out a piercing ghostly howl. Five wisps of black mist spewed out of its mouth and landed, transforming into five ghost generals over ten feet tall.
The ghost general, shrouded in a chilling aura, wielded various weapons and charged towards Daoist Yunyi.
However, just as Bai Duzi's attack was blocked by Daoist Yunyi, the Blood-Sucking Demon's sneak attack also failed to land on its target.
A figure holding a banner appeared before him in an instant.
The figure was also draped in a black robe, obscuring its face. It held a black soul banner in its hand, with several small copper bells hanging from the edge of the banner, swaying gently in the night breeze.
"Ring ring—"
—"
A crisp bell rang out, and the five ghost generals that were about to pounce suddenly froze, as if they had been frozen in place by something, unable to move forward an inch. The Blood-Sucking Demon was shocked. These ghost generals, controlled by the Five Ghosts Spirit Control Technique, were his own life-bound creatures, nurtured with his own blood essence over decades. He never expected them to be so easily suppressed by the person before him.
"Which sect of demons are you, daring to come and cause trouble for the ancestor!" The vampire demon stared intently at the figure holding the banner opposite him, full of vigilance. He also began to think about whether he had recently provoked anyone. Otherwise, since they were all cultivators of the demonic path, why were they facing each other with swords drawn?
A faint smile appeared on Han Li's lips. Since forming his core, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent of the same level. He hadn't felt this thrill of seeing a prey for a long time.
He immediately flicked his wrist, and the soul banner fluttered in the wind.
In an instant, a chilling wind blew, ghosts wailed and howled, and countless cold, eerie ghosts swarmed out from the soul banner, covering the sky and blocking out the moonlight for dozens of miles around. Only darkness and ghostly shadows remained between heaven and earth.
Han Li stood in the center of the arena, surrounded by ghostly creatures, and adopted the air of a grandmaster: "Han Li of the Blood Refining Hall has come to learn from you."
"The Blood Refining Hall!?"
In an instant, all the cultivation sects that were watching this battlefield were stunned. Of course, they had heard of this name.
Eight hundred years ago, it unified the demonic path and made the entire cultivation world tremble with fear. But hasn't it already declined? It has disappeared for eight hundred years, and they have almost forgotten its name.
But what's going on here? The Blood Refining Hall has not only reappeared, but it's also made such a powerful move, directly attacking the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Judging from its posture, it seems to be aiming to wipe out the sect!
The righteous faction remained silent.
The various factions of the demonic path also fell silent.
Everyone was watching and speculating, but in the Qingyun Sect camp, Tian Buyi and Su Ru looked at the sky in the north, which was covered by ghostly shadows, and smiled at each other.
According to information relayed by Daoist Yunyi, they already knew about the existence of the cloak artifact.
Tian Buyi clenched his fists, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement, wishing he could take Xiao Fan's place: "It's Xiao Fan and the others."
Su Ru gazed in that direction, a hint of worry in her eyes: "I just hope Xiao Fan and Ling'er aren't hurt."
Upon hearing this, Tian Buyi's lips twitched involuntarily.
Injuried?
Since the day of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, the aura within Zhang Xiaofan has grown stronger day by day.
The leaders of the various factions discussed it privately, and no one doubted his identity anymore.
What he's most worried about right now isn't whether Zhang Xiaofan gets hurt.
He turned his head and glanced at his wife beside him, hesitating to speak, but finally couldn't help but mutter softly, "What I'm most worried about right now is our Ling'er and Xueqi—don't let the three of them go and the five of them come back."
Upon hearing this, Su Ru glared at him fiercely.
Above the camp of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
The vampire demon stared at the overwhelming tide of Yin spirits before him, and a chill involuntarily crept into his heart.
He himself is an expert in dealing with ghosts, so how could he not know how many people would have to be killed to cultivate such a large number of spirits?
Tens of thousands? Or even more? I'm afraid even slaughtering one city a day wouldn't be enough!
Where did all these people come from for him to kill?
At this moment, the way he looked at Han Li completely changed.
He secretly guessed that this person was probably a psychopath who enjoyed killing.
Otherwise, there's no way to explain why one would go through the trouble of killing so many people and cultivating so many evil spirits.
What's the use of having more evil spirits? They won't increase our combat power.
The only explanation is that this person was bloodthirsty and killed wherever he went. Killing was just a habit, an instinct, for him.
Thinking of this, a fierce look appeared on the vampire old demon's withered face.
I thought the Blood-Sucking Technique, which required human blood essence to advance, was vicious and cruel enough, but I never expected there were other masters in the world.
Very well, since this person is so wicked, then let him rid the world of this scourge!
"drink--!"
He roared, and the dark red skull image behind him burst forth with blood-red light. The boundless blood-red light suddenly shone brightly, dyeing half the sky crimson. Wherever the blood-red light passed, the swarming evil spirits let out mournful screams and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.
The vampire demon stood amidst the blood-red light, his aura surging, his eyes fixed intently on Han Li.
"Han Li, what a fiend you are!" he rasped, enunciating each word clearly. "This old man will see just how much real skill you possess!"
"?" Hearing the vampire old demon's righteous words, a question mark involuntarily appeared in Han Li's mind.
What the hell? How dare you use that tone? Why are you acting like he's the villain?
At this very moment, in the deep sea.
Russell stood atop the Blackwater Serpent's head, continuously descending into the depths of the trench thousands of feet below.
The light overhead had long since vanished, and the surrounding seawater grew increasingly cold, with pressure pressing in from all directions like a mountain.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was drawn to the attack on the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Russell also needed to plan for the future, and the first thing he had to do was to deal with Kui Niu.
This reminded Russell of the game he used to play called Subnautica. He wondered if Leviathans existed in this world. If they did, he could have an extra meal with them tonight.
As the depth of the dive increased, the surrounding sea was completely plunged into eternal darkness. This darkness was not ordinary night, but a profound abyss from the ends of the earth, into which even light could not penetrate.
However, this was not much of an obstacle for Russell. With his current spiritual strength, his perception could cover a range of twenty miles centered on himself.
The Blackwater Serpent carried him through one underwater mountain range after another, and across one deep-sea plain after another that had been silent for millions of years. Occasionally, luminous deep-sea creatures would swim by, appearing as stars and disappearing in an instant.
After an unknown amount of time, Russell heard a muffled rumbling sound in the distance.
The sound was deep and resonant, like the moo of a cow or the rumble of thunder, coming from the deepest part of the trench, one beat after another, with a rhythm that moved people's hearts.
He followed the direction from which the sound came.
A gigantic figure gradually became clear in his consciousness.
What is most striking is the cyan lightning that wraps around its body. The lightning moves around it as if it were alive, making the surrounding seawater glow faintly.
It was fast asleep, and those sounds, like a cow's moo or thunder, were just its snores.
Russell stepped on the head of the Blackwater Serpent.
The black serpent understood, and its pair of dark green vertical pupils instantly turned a noble pale gold.
The next moment, a bone-chilling cold enveloped the entire sea area.
Amidst a series of hissing and crackling sounds of freezing, the entire bottom sea area was encased in ice, along with the seabed rocks that had existed for millions of years and the deep-sea creatures that swam by, all of which were frozen solid in the transparent ice.
The Kui Niu was frozen into a giant ice sculpture without even knowing what was happening while it was in a deep sleep.
It remained dormant, and the streaks of blue lightning were frozen within the ice, like a solidified painting.
Of course, it was a spirit beast of heaven and earth, but this wouldn't cause it much fatal damage. Russell didn't intend to kill it for the time being, but rather to give it some additional skills.
In the chat group channel, Russell clicked on Xiao Yan's avatar.
Russell: "Have we arrived yet?"
A reply came shortly after.
Xiao Yan: "Right away."
About the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.
At the deepest part of the trench, a pale white flame suddenly ignited.
The flame had no heat whatsoever; instead, it emanated a bone-chilling cold. It appeared out of nowhere in the frozen sea, yet it had no effect on the surrounding ice, as if it existed in another dimension.
Amidst the firelight, Xiao Yan appeared before Russell, his face expressionless, enveloped in a layer of pale white Dou Qi.
"I'm exhausted from all this rushing," he complained telepathically, his voice full of resentment.
He had just healed the three-tailed fox's injuries and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath before rushing towards Liubo Mountain. He had finally seen Liubo Mountain in front of him when, in the middle of the night, Russell sent him a private message to this bottomless trench.
"I knew you were capable." Russell gave him the middle finger. "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."
Xiao Yan nodded, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
In the blink of an eye, a person's aura is completely transformed.