Chapter 2022

What's even more bizarre is that the blood 'liquid' that fell on the big man's skin instantly blurred and turned into crimson floral patterns that spread all over his body.

From a distance, the big man looked as if he were wearing a blood 'colored' talisman robe, extremely bizarre.

Seeing this, the silver-haired old man's face 'color' turned extremely ugly, but the big man completely ignored him, instead letting out a fierce laugh and making an extremely arrogant provocative gesture toward Han Li with a point of his finger.

Seeing this, Han Li naturally knew that avoiding a fight with this person was impossible, and immediately said calmly to the silver-haired old man:

"Just as we said earlier, this person is mine to handle. But before dealing with this demon, you must first draw that blood-light incarnation far away—I don't want to encounter any unforeseen factors in the battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for their reply; the nearby green 'color' sword lotus spun around, and in a flash he vanished within the sharp sword light.

The next moment, dozens of zhang ahead of the big man, a green light flashed, and Han Li appeared expressionless in the void.

The demon tribe big man's eyes flashed with ferocity, and without a word he swung his wolf-tooth club at Han Li from afar.

"Pfft!"

The emerald demon fire on the wolf-tooth club surged, instantly covering the sky and earth like a descending fire demon, forming a fire wall several zhang high that rushed toward Han Li with overwhelming force.

Meanwhile, the big man's other hand clenched lightly, and with a casual motion he launched an invisible strike at Han Li in the void.

Silent and soundless, as if no force had been exerted at all.

Seeing this, Han Li's face 'color' sank; the green 'color' sword lotus before him rang out clearly, transforming into layers of azure misty resistance against the fire wall, while a golden flash from his sleeve released a fist that shot forward.

The fist glowed with golden light, as if forged from pure gold, with faint golden symbols drifting across it.

This was the manifestation of the Fan Sheng True Demon Art nearing great accomplishment.

The moment the green 'color' sword light touched the fire wall, a sharp crackling 'chaotic' sound rang out; azure light and green flames intertwined, bursting into continuous explosions like countless fireworks going off at once, dazzling beyond compare.

In the void beside the fire wall and sword light, a sudden heaven-shaking, earth-splitting roar erupted.

A burst of murky green wind and a golden 'color' fist shadow flashed out without any warning, colliding violently to form a sky-reaching hurricane that howled wildly in all directions with thunderous booms.

Wherever the storm passed, the void trembled and heaven and earth changed 'color'.

As for Han Li and the demon big man, they felt their bodies jolt and involuntarily stepped back several paces in the void.

Seeing this, the demon big man was not startled at all—instead, his expression grew more excited; he roared loudly, hurled his wolf-tooth club into the air, and rapidly formed hand seals while chanting, pointing a finger toward the sky.

"Bang!"

The demon flames on the wolf-tooth club surged several times higher, then condensed into eight emerald fire jiao, teeth bared and claws waving as they lunged straight at the opponent.

Each fire jiao was over thirty zhang long, with a purple 'color' horn on its head, spewing emerald flames, its form seeming solid and appearing extraordinarily ferocious.

Han Li's eyes flashed with sharp light; he resolved inwardly, and as layers of green 'color' sword light gathered above, they instantly coalesced into a giant sword with four 'direction' radiating cold light, which he brought down in a single slash.

Thunder roared loudly as countless golden 'color' lightning arcs surged wildly from the massive sword body, unstoppable in momentum.

Though the eight fire jiao looked terrifyingly fierce, after a flash of cold light they were each split in two, and their remnants shattered under the barrage of golden arcs, dissolving back into rolling demon flames.

The green 'color' giant sword then flickered and vanished into the void.

At the same time, a tremor arose above the big man's head, and a massive sword light descended with a thunderous roar, slashing down fiercely upon him.

The green 'color' sword light was over a hundred zhang long, its surface wrapped in golden 'color' lightning; before it even fell, a sharp sword aura descended first—formless and colorless—enveloping everything.

The demon big man's face 'color' sank; suddenly, blood light flared intensely on one arm, and with a blur he thrust it violently upward into the air.

"Boom!"—a tremendous sound!

A ball of blood 'color' sun suddenly appeared in midair, radiant with dazzling spiritual light; the green 'color' sword light let out a mournful cry and then, within the blood light, instantly turned to flying ash and vanished, as if this blood light possessed some inconceivable power.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly; both large hands suddenly made a simultaneous grasping motion in the void.

Green light burst from both hands, and two azure misty sword shadows appeared one after another; upon merging, they formed a single azure misty giant sword.

A shake of the wrist caused the giant sword in his hands to ring out clearly and split into seventy-two small swords, which then circled his body and resumed their flying dance.

The demon big man, however, let out a cold laugh; the glaring blood light on his arm retracted, revealing a strange blood-red 'color' arm guard that completely encased his entire arm.

The arm guard bore exquisite floral patterns, identical to those previously on his arm, as if the guard had been formed from those very things.

Yet this seemingly insignificant arm guard could so easily destroy Han Li's activated sword light, which also secretly startled him.

At this moment, the demon big man tilted his head, then pointed forward with his finger; after the emerald demon fire rolled and surged, it transformed into a colossal demon jiao phantom with eight heads, nearly covering the sky and sun, and lunged forward again.

The entire sky darkened; the eight ferocious heads of the demon jiao loomed before Han Li, reeking of a fishy stench that blasted toward him, as if the next moment would tear him apart.

Facing such a ferocious counterattack, Han Li remained expressionless, not moving hand or foot, but suddenly a golden 'color' light pillar shot up from behind him, within which a vague three-headed, six-armed phantom emerged.

As the phantom's six arms moved, a storm of golden 'color' fist shadows erupted like a violent downpour.

The demon jiao phantom appeared immense, but the golden 'color' fist shadows seemed utterly indestructible.

Amid countless tearing sounds, the demon jiao was ripped apart into fragments and finally vanished with a muffled sound, smoke and clouds dispersing.

The golden light retracted; the crystal light on the surface of the three-headed, six-armed dharma form flowed and shifted, then instantly solidified into a radiant golden entity, which flashed and hovered above Han Li's head.

The six golden eyes stared expressionlessly at the opposite big man.!

"Eh, a golden light dharma form—seems somewhat related to our holy clan's secret art. Excellent, indeed not disappointing certain ones; it looks like this time we can truly enjoy ourselves to the fullest." The demon big man was first startled, but immediately his expression flashed with a bloodthirsty 'color' as he spoke.

As his words fell, "Bang!"—a sound!

Countless clusters of black demon qi appeared on the big man's body surface, instantly covering him entirely, and the blood 'color' patterns on his skin began to shine brightly within the demon qi.

When the black qi dispersed, a blood 'color' robe covered in floral patterns suddenly appeared on the big man's body.

The demon big man laughed wildly, clenched his fists and struck his chest, and a towering ten-zhang demon apparition also appeared behind him.

With a thunderous roar, a great wind rose, and the big man's form vanished instantly into the wind.

Witnessing this, Han Li's pupils involuntarily contracted; behind him came a thunderclap, and a pair of crystal-clear feathered wings appeared.

The wings fluttered slightly, releasing countless silver arcs that shot out; his body, along with the three-headed, six-armed golden body above his head, likewise vanished without a trace in a flash.

But the next moment, wind and thunder erupted in the nearby void; two figures appeared—one bearing the might of Lei Ting, the other entwined with a hundred zhang of demon qi—and they collided in a mass, then boomed and rumbled as they battled together.

Both were actually dual cultivators of body and spirit, each supremely confident in their physical strength; for a moment, only hurricanes could be seen howling in the void, with continuous thunderous roars within.

Han Li and this big man exchanged fists and feet, and from time to time various treasures were casually unleashed, divine powers employed at will—making it hard to tell who had the upper hand.

The silver-haired old man and Jin Yue Zen Master, watching the battle from near the light curtain, were greatly startled, yet naturally felt both shock and delight.

Although they had already tried to overestimate Han Li's strength, they never imagined he truly possessed the divine power to contend with this demon big man.

Contrary to the great joy on the faces of the two, the blood-light incarnation on the other side saw this scene, and its expression immediately became even more unpleasant, a flash of ferocious light in its eyes, and suddenly raising one hand, it was about to release something.

But just then, a white, hazy, blurred light formation suddenly appeared beneath its feet, and after spinning around, a spatial fluctuation immediately rippled outward.

"Not good!"

The blood-light incarnation, whose experience and knowledge were mostly passed down from its main body at the Mahayana stage, upon seeing this scene, immediately changed expression and let out a dark cry, a flash of blood light on its body surface, about to teleport away from the spot, but it was clearly a step too late.

He only felt the nearby void twist slightly, and the surroundings suddenly changed drastically, and he actually found himself in a strange space shrouded in a thin white mist.

And in this space, the silver-haired old man and the Jin Yue Zen Master were gazing at him with solemn expressions.

"Hmph, just two defeated underlings, yet you still dare to block my attack. Well, I'll deal with you first, then handle that Han-surnamed brat." The blood-robed youth, originally with a handsome face, suddenly turned sinister and abnormal, and spoke with a face full of killing intent.

"Master, it seems we have no choice but to risk our lives this time. Whatever methods and treasures we have, there's no need to hide them anymore. Now it's either his death or our demise!" The silver-haired old man, having reached this point, became much calmer, and turned his head to say lightly to the old monk.

"Naturally, this old monk will not spare even this old body, and will certainly not let this demon leave this place easily." Jin Yue Zen Master uttered a Buddhist proclamation, his face fully showing determination.

"Haha, with these words from Fellow Daoist Jin, that's enough!" The silver-haired old man laughed loudly, suddenly flipped one hand over, and each hand produced a treasure.

One was a red, hazy light — actually a feather fan made from seven-colored feathers; the other was a brilliant silver light — but five connected silver-colored rings.

"The Seven Flames Fan and the Conjoined Rings — I never expected these two spiritual treasures to fall into your hands. Valley Brother usually keeps his mouth shut so tightly." Upon seeing these two treasures, Jin Yue Zen Master couldn't help but rejoice and say.

Following this, the old monk suddenly slapped his kasaya, and instantly countless Sanskrit characters surged out wildly, with golden-colored Buddha apparitions faintly appearing and flashing within the dancing Sanskrit, as many as eighteen in number.

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