Chapter 2215: Volume 11 True Immortal Descends to the World Chapter 2195 Bullying the Weak with Strength

"Each take a step back? Fellow Daoist Gu, what do you mean by that?" The white-clothed youth was startled upon hearing this, somewhat surprised as he asked. ┠Flying&Speed&Chinese★&Networkwww．fｅisuzw．com┨

"I see the two fellow Daoists are locked in dispute and cannot yield. Why not have both sides make some concessions? Fellow Daoist Du may take Fellow Daoist Han's disciples back to Holy Island, but Fellow Daoist Han may also accompany them to Holy Island. If, upon arrival, you truly feel something is improper, you may promptly raise an objection.

I believe with Fellow Daoist Han's reputation, the elders of Holy Island would not possibly refuse to give him any face." The silver-haired elder pondered for a moment, then spoke cautiously.

"Very well, if Fellow Daoist Han is uneasy, then indeed he may accompany us to Holy Island." Du Yu's eyes flickered twice, then without hesitation, he readily agreed.

"No need for such trouble. Since Fellow Daoist Gu has spoken, I cannot possibly refuse to give him face. Here's the proposal: if any one of the three envoys can withstand a single strike from me and remain unharmed, I will allow my disciples to escort them on this journey. If they cannot withstand it… hehe…" Han Li slightly narrowed his eyes, then let out a cold laugh.

"What? Withstand a single strike? Fellow Daoist Han, you really dare to say such a thing!" Even though Du Yu was deep-natured, upon hearing this, his complexion could not help but turn dark with anger.

The ugly woman and the yellow-haired man, upon hearing this, likewise flew into a rage.

"What, the three of you don't believe my words? Must Fellow Daoist Han also swear by his inner demon?" Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he countered.

"That won't be necessary. Given Fellow Daoist Han's status, saying such words, it's inconceivable he would later deny them." Du Yu snorted, and after his anger slightly subsided, his mind began racing to discern the true intent behind Han Li's earlier words.

He did not believe Han Li was merely seeking an excuse to back down, but naturally, he also did not believe that the three of them together could not withstand a single strike from Han Li.

The assembled Body Integration elders from Tian Yuan City, upon hearing this, could not help but exchange bewildered glances.

Though they all knew Han Li's divine powers were astonishing—nearly unmatched among Body Integration cultivators below the Mahayana stage—they still found it hard to believe that Du Yu and the others could not withstand even a single strike from Han Li, and thus felt deep skepticism in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Elder Gu and Master Jin Yue exchanged a glance, then lightly coughed, preparing to speak again.

But at that moment, the silver-light immortal seated nearby slightly moved her lips and transmitted a sound.

Upon hearing it, Elder Gu's expression shifted slightly, his gaze "whoosh" darting toward the silver moon beside Han Li—what had been on the verge of being spoken was suddenly swallowed back.

At this moment, Du Yu fixed his gloomy gaze on Han Li for a long while, drew a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Since Fellow Daoist Han insists on resolving this only through force, then we have no choice but to comply. The three of us, I, Du, will step forward to receive your strike. I also very much wish to see how you intend to shatter me with a single blow."

After discovering that the Tian Yuan City elders truly intended to remain absolutely neutral and would not intervene further in their dispute with Han Li, Du Yu weighed the matter in his heart and ultimately made his decision.

Although he harbored some doubts about why Han Li was so arrogant, his confidence in his own strength had only grown stronger.

With his cultivation of the Confucian Holy Art perfected, plus the several supreme treasures he carried, even facing a Mahayana cultivator, he might well withstand one or two strikes—how could he possibly fail to withstand a single strike from a cultivator of the same level?

The yellow-haired cultivator and the ugly woman beside him clearly also had full confidence in Du Yu's strength. Upon hearing that he would represent them in action, they showed no objection, merely fixing Han Li with a hostile stare.

As envoys of Holy Island, they had always been treated with extraordinary respect wherever they went, regardless of the vast divine powers of those they faced. Even when occasionally encountering Body Integration cultivators with odd tempers, at most they received a cold demeanor on the surface—never had they been treated so rudely as by Han Li.

Seeing Du Yu agree to his terms, Han Li's mouth twitched slightly, then he burst into loud laughter: "Good, Fellow Daoist Du is indeed straightforward. Then I shall await you in the martial arena on the next level."

As his words faded, Han Li rose to his feet in one motion, took a great step forward, space rippled ahead, and his entire form instantly flashed into the void, vanishing from sight—only his laughter continued to echo in the hall.

Upon seeing Han Li directly tear through space and depart with such effortless ease, Du Yu's expression tightened slightly, a trace of solemnity appearing in his eyes.

He asked himself: even if he exerted his full divine power, he could likewise tear open space and instantaneously teleport—but to do so with such casual ease as Han Li? He still could not achieve that.

This made his vigilance rise another notch, though it remained within his expectations—he merely let out a quiet, cold snort.

But at this moment, the Crab Daoist, without a word, rose to his feet, his sleeves shaking toward the nearby Silver Moon and Zhu Guo'er, sending out two silver ribbons that instantly enveloped both of them.

Simultaneously, a thunderclap rang from the three of them, and amidst the coiling silver arcs of electricity, they vanished in a strange manner.

Clearly, the Crab Daoist and his companions had followed Han Li to the martial arena.

Seeing this, Du Yu's heart jolted again. He suddenly turned and asked the silver-haired elder: "Fellow Daoist Gu, just now—who was that person? His divine power seems far from ordinary."

Earlier, their attention had been entirely captured by Han Li, and since the Crab Daoist was a puppet by nature, having deliberately suppressed and concealed his aura to appear unremarkable, he had gone unnoticed by all.

"This fellow Daoist's face is unfamiliar to me—I've never seen him before." Elder Gu, seeing the situation, was equally shocked, but after exchanging a glance with Master Jin Yue and the others, he shook his head.

"Regardless of who he is, we'll find out soon enough. And no matter his divine power, when the time comes to act, only Fellow Daoist Han may strike. Elder Gu, let's go as well." After his expression shifted from overcast to clear, Du Yu returned to his normal tone and spoke.

Though the silver-haired elder was also deeply shocked by the Crab Daoist's earlier move, he harbored the thought that it's better to avoid trouble than invite it, so upon hearing Du Yu's words, he immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

Thus, they all at once began casting spells, likewise tearing through space and instantaneously teleporting. After the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, they arrived in a vast hall spanning hundreds of zhang in width, where a colossal light barrier, nearly covering half the hall, suddenly blazed to life.

In the high space within the barrier, Han Li and Du Yu stood far apart, facing each other.

At this moment, Du Yu's face had grown somewhat solemn.

But Han Li remained expressionless, his hands clasped behind his back as he hovered in midair, gazing at his opponent.

"Du, let me confirm one last thing: if I, Du, can withstand your single strike unharmed, will you refrain from stopping us from taking your disciples away?" Du Yu suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Correct. As long as you withstand my single strike unharmed, even if you take all of my disciples to Holy Island, I will have no objection whatsoever. But if you cannot withstand even a single strike from me, then however you came here, you may return the same way." Han Li gave a faint smile, then replied bluntly.

"Then, Fellow Daoist, make your move." Du Yu's face darkened, and he spat out each word deliberately.

Upon hearing this, Han Li smiled, uttered a "Good," and though his hands and feet did not move, suddenly behind him, a golden light flashed—a three-headed, six-armed golden apparition emerged.

"Grow"

Han Li let out a low shout!

With a "pfft," a hurricane surged upward from the apparition's body.

The golden apparition then clenched all six hands into seals; a thunderclap rang from its body, and countless golden arcs of electricity coiled wildly around it, while its size swelled violently in the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a colossal being seventy to eighty zhang tall.

The eyes of the apparition's three heads simultaneously opened wide; one arm moved, and a giant hand, as large as a house, slowly reached out toward the opposite void. Though the hand appeared to move slowly, the instant it extended, a terrifying aura erupted—as if it sought to crush the very void—pressing downward first.

Facing the originally still-standing Du Yu, upon his divine sense touching this terrifying aura, his face changed instantly. Without a word, he slapped one palm behind his head, opened his mouth, and spat out a ball of white light wrapping an object—a jade tablet, only a few inches in size.

With a flick of his other sleeve, a stream of milky-white mist rolled out, condensed, and transformed into a pure white jade inkstone,

inside which silver light shimmered, as if filled with some unknown silver liquid.

As these two objects flew out, they immediately began to circle and dance above the white-clothed youth's head—one emitting a five-colored halo, the other faintly revealing countless gold and silver symbols surging from its surface.

One object is a heaven-toppling spiritual treasure of no small significance; the other is an even rarer supreme treasure forged from fragments of the Xuan Tian.

Upon seeing these two treasures from afar, Han Li's face flickered with a hint of surprise, but he immediately snorted coldly.

As the golden palm slowly descended, it trembled slightly—then from its skin, silver spiritual patterns emerged, flashing and transforming on the giant hand's surface into over a dozen silver pattern arrays of varying sizes.

In the next instant, the giant palm emitted a low, resonant hum; as its five fingers slightly expanded, the surface luster flowed and shifted—suddenly turning into a purple-gold hue.

Immediately, a terrifying spiritual pressure—nearly three to four times stronger than before—erupted from the palm's center and surged downward with overwhelming force.

This pressure struck Du Yu, who was about to activate the two treasures above his head. His divine sense barely sensed it, and his body trembled—he involuntarily took several steps back, "stomp-stomp," his face changing again, and in his eyes, a flicker of fear flashed—

Even with his late-stage Body Integration perfected strength, under this terrifying pressure, he felt as if he might be crushed to death by a mere flick of the hand—this sensation was utterly bizarre. "No, this absolutely cannot be the power of a late-stage Body Integration cultivator—this is Mahayana-level power; only a Mahayana cultivator could possess such terrifying ability." Almost in an instant, the white-clothed youth realized the truth, filled with panic, nearly about to shout aloud—but under the crushing spiritual pressure in midair, he could only twitch his lips a few times, utterly unable to produce any sound.! 。

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