Chapter 1107

The light curtain was shattered by Han Li's strike, and the two seated cross-legged below naturally opened their eyes, four gazes shooting straight toward Han Li, all revealing expressions of surprise.

At this moment, a layer of blue-yellow light curtain appeared above them, faintly visible though much smaller than the previous five-colored curtain, yet sufficient to envelop the two. At the center of the curtain, a half-transparent silk handkerchief rotated continuously.

This light curtain was precisely the divine ability released by this silk robe.

"It's you!" the old woman exclaimed, her wrinkled face twitching in disbelief.

The gray-robed monk's expression fluctuated between gloom and clarity.

Han Li glanced at the silk handkerchief below and the newly appeared light curtain, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly upward.

"It seems you two have indeed gone to great lengths, using a treasure to conceal your whereabouts. Tsk tsk! No wonder I was puzzled earlier—why even my spiritual eyes couldn't see through this minor illusionary restriction. It turns out you two Dao friends had already planned to reap the benefits like the old fisherman. Han Li is truly impressed!" Han Li spoke admiring words, yet his face showed no expression whatsoever, and even between his brows, a hint of killing intent surfaced.

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed monk's expression finally steadied; after uttering a Buddhist phrase, he said:

"Dao Friend Han truly possesses vast divine powers, even managing to subdue Dao Friend Han Li and the other two. But I wonder where Dao Friend Han Li and the others are now? Did they leave the cave on their own?"

As the monk spoke, his gaze swept across the entire underground cavern, finding no trace of Han Li and the three others, his heart unable to suppress alarm. It seemed he simply did not believe Han Li could single-handedly annihilate the remaining three.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, first shaking his head, then nodding, finally letting out a long sigh—yet uttering not a single word.

This left the two below somewhat bewildered.

"Hmph, why bother with mystic tricks, Dao Friend? If Dao Friend Han Li has already left the cavern, we three must also rush out, otherwise, if he summons other cultivators from the Xiao Ji Palace, we three will become turtles in a jar." The old woman could bear it no longer, her eyes glaring.

"You need not worry about them. Those three have already been largely annihilated by me. Dao Friend Han Li still retains a Nascent Soul; do you two Dao Friends wish to meet him one last time before I send you both on your way together?" Han Li spoke bluntly.

"Dao Friend Han Li has been defeated by you? Impossible! What do you mean by your last words?" The old woman's face drastically changed upon hearing Han Li's words, and upon hearing the final phrase, she flared up in shock and anger.

"Nothing much. Although I don't know what relationship you two share or what schemes you harbor, I'm too lazy to ponder. But letting the Xiao Ji Palace cultivators contend with me while harboring ill intent—knowing this much is enough. And what I hate most in life is being used by others. Moreover, I possess a Heaven-Piercing Spiritual Treasure, and I absolutely do not wish for a second person to know. You two had best vanish from the mortal realm." Han Li spoke indifferently, closed his eyes, ignored the two further, then began forming hand seals, uttering incantations that drifted softly from his mouth.

The gray-robed monk and old woman were startled, instantly sensing the disturbance in nearby spiritual energy, and hastily glanced around.

Only to see, dozens of zhang away, countless golden lights flickering, followed by countless golden threads as fine as hair, strangely appearing. They flickered and moved without discernible pattern, yet all slowly drifted toward the center, the entire process utterly silent, producing not the slightest sound—truly extraordinarily strange.

"Sword Formation!" Upon seeing Han Li turn hostile and attack, the old woman glanced around and couldn't help but exclaim.

The gray-robed monk's heart jolted; suppressing his disbelief that Han Li could have slain Dao Friend Han Li, he shouted loudly toward the sky:

"Han Brother, don't misunderstand—we two harbor no ill intent toward you. Outside the Xu Ling Hall, we don't yet know how many Xiao Ji Palace cultivators lurk. If we don't see Dao Friend Han Li emerge, you absolutely cannot leave easily. We ought to join forces to resist the enemy. As for the Heaven-Piercing Treasure, we two can swear a blood oath, never to leak even a trace."

"No need—I only trust the dead to keep secrets!" Han Li chuckled upon hearing the monk's words.

"Mo Jiu Brother, no need to say more. Look at what's behind this person—he has these things to rely on. How could he still take us seriously?" The old woman flipped her palm, and the yellow-colored staff appeared in her hand, she coldly laughed at the monk.

Upon hearing this, the monk paused, focused his gaze, and only then saw clearly the humanoid puppet previously blocked by Han Li's figure, and beyond it, ten-odd zhang away, five humanoid skeletons standing, his expression subtly changing.

"What are those? And who is the other person?" The monk exclaimed in surprise.

"Those skeletons resemble the legendary Five Sons United Heart Demons; as for the other person, I don't know his origin! Most likely he used these things to launch a surprise attack and severely wound the old Han Li cultivator. If he doesn't speak, and if these five demons are truly the fallen heads of the dry old demon, then even the two of us combined would not be a match. The only option is for us to strike swiftly and decisively, first eliminating this Han surname brat. Then these things will pose no threat to us. But for now, we must first break this sword formation. Otherwise, once the opponent activates those five demons, our troubles will multiply. Fortunately, Buddhist doctrines have restraining effects on the five demons; if they act, I'll leave it to you to entangle them. For now, we can only take one step at a time—let's first break this sword formation. If that fails, we'll resort to the item originally meant to deal with Dao Friend Han Li, and use it on this person instead." The old woman transmitted via lip movement.

"We have no choice. However, this person cultivates not an ice-attribute technique, so that item's effectiveness would likely be greatly diminished." The monk sighed, likewise transmitting back.

"There's no helping it. Fortunately, the opponent is not a late Nascent Soul cultivator; even if we cannot slay him, severely wounding him is absolutely no problem. This time we truly miscalculated—although we received news that this Han surname brat's divine powers rival late-stage cultivators, we didn't expect him to be so troublesome. Originally, we wanted him to first consume most of Dao Friend Han Li's cultivation, then we'd strike last and secure victory. But we didn't expect this person to directly annihilate the old Han Li cultivator without suffering any injury himself. Had we known, we wouldn't have come to muddy these waters." The old woman resentfully said.

"Things have come to this. Dao Friend Long need not regret. Using that item, we exchange it for a Heaven-Piercing Treasure and the Five Sons United Heart Demons—by calculation, we still come out ahead." The monk, seeing he couldn't sway Han Li to cease, while the golden threads continued approaching, his expression turned gloomy. Simultaneously, a gloomy aura suddenly rose from his body, contrasting sharply with his earlier kind and benevolent appearance—almost like two different people.

Upon hearing this, the old woman gave a noncommittal hum, then suddenly flung her staff into the air; yellow light blazed, transforming into a creature neither horse nor not, with fangs growing from its mouth—a yellow-colored strange beast.

This strange beast, after being prompted by the old woman's hand seal, circled once in low air, then suddenly opened its mouth, spewing countless yellow radiance toward a certain direction.

These radiations were actually thousands of palm-sized yellow-colored small swords, each gleaming with sharp light, extremely sharp in appearance.

Meanwhile, the monk clasped his hands together, then separated them, each hand producing a dazzling silver Dharma wheel. He waved them into the air; the two Dharma wheels swelled violently, becoming silver discs as large as cart wheels, then rolled forward with tremendous momentum toward the same direction.

Han Li had already reopened his eyes in midair, observing the two's movements, his expression unchanged. Watching the yellow small swords and two silver discs rush into the golden threads, they were instantly sliced into seven or eight pieces by these thread-swords, turning into heaps of scrap copper and rotten iron, falling downward.

"What kind of sword formation is this, so sharp!" The old woman and monk, upon seeing this, gasped in shock, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously saw expressions of fear in each other's eyes.

These two naturally would not act on a single probe; immediately, the old woman waved her hand, and a four-sided, light-blue-colored brick-shaped ancient treasure appeared in her palm. After uttering an incantation, she flung it outward.

Instantly, this brick expanded wildly, becoming a giant object the size of a pavilion, then, accompanied by piercing blue light, it fiercely smashed toward the distance.

The same scene appeared again.

In the void, dense golden threads flashed and vanished, and this treasure was instantly cut into countless fragments, like fireworks, vanishing without a trace in the distance.

"Impossible—this blue-gold brick is refined from blue-gold essence, its toughness unparalleled; how could it be destroyed so easily?" The old woman could no longer contain herself, shouting in astonishment.

Meanwhile, the gray-robed monk furrowed his brows, suddenly let out a low shout, and fiercely pointed at that seemingly insignificant spirit beast resembling a mouse.

Instantly, gray light flowed across the spirit beast's body; its belly unbelievably swelled, swelling in the blink of an eye to several times its original size, then with a soft "pang" sound, the spirit beast opened its sharp little mouth.

Instantly, a visible mass of gray, murky sound waves surged from the beast's mouth; upon leaving the mouth, it emitted a hum like surging waves and stormy seas, directly sweeping toward those golden threads.

This monk's thoughts turned extremely swiftly; seeing that tangible treasures seemed utterly ineffective against this sword formation, he immediately drove intangible objects to bombard it.

However, since the Great Geng Sword Formation was once said in the Qing Yuan Sword Decree that once mastered, one could roam the mortal realm without worry—though slightly exaggerated, the formation laid here was only half a set, yet it certainly could not be broken by a mere wave of sound.

Only to see that the gray, murky sound wave, upon rushing into the golden threads, caused these threads to tremble slightly; then, amidst the brilliant golden light, they all transformed into zhang-long giant sword flashes, flashing like lightning to slash this wave of sound, chopping the vast gray wave into seven or eight pieces, scattering and vanishing.

Subsequently, these golden-colored sword flashes flickered, reverting to golden threads, continuing to close in on the two in the center, as if the previous changes had never occurred, giving a sense of unfathomable terror.

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