Chapter 307: Displaying Skills

Han Li looked at the magic tools beside him, suddenly reached into his storage pouch, and pulled out three identical red small forks.

He threw them out lightly, and they instantly turned into three red lights, rushing toward a certain black-clothed cultivator.

This set of "Fire Chain Flying Forks" was a spoil of war Han Li had looted from some unlucky ghost who had fallen during the Blood Spider battle. Its power was quite good. And because it was a set, it was easier to manipulate, so Han Li kept it.

Han Li pointed his finger at the other magic tools, and the two black lights and six golden lights let out a long cry, also flying toward other directions.

Only now did Han Li's true terror of the Great Development Technique reveal itself—being able to manipulate so many magic tools without the slightest chaos. This left the flag-waving cultivators who saw so many top-tier magic tools rushing toward them with looks of shock; they had no intention of blocking them at all.

He hurriedly threw the black flag in his hand at the three red lights and wanted to fly away on his magic tool, but the black flag exploded into a ball of black light under the twisting of the three red lights, breaking apart inch by inch.

Then, the three red lights didn't stop in the slightest, reaching the cultivator in the blink of an eye and hitting his protective shield fiercely.

Alas, how could a low-tier protective shield of a Qi Condensation cultivator withstand the combined strike of three top-tier magic tools? The protective shield only supported for a moment before a crisp sound of breaking rang out, and it vanished into thin air.

In the desperate gaze of the cultivator, the three red lights circled him lightly, and with a "puff," the black-clothed cultivator turned into a huge fireball and burned into ashes.

At the same time, the two black lights and six golden lights that flew out later also flew toward the heads of two other cultivators, also breaking their defensive magic tools and protective shields without any effort, and cutting the people in two.

This left the other cultivators in a panic; who still cared about setting up any formation? Naturally, saving their lives was the most important thing.

Most of them immediately turned around and fled into the sky, while some bold and not-so-bright cultivators released their own proud magic tools, wanting to desperately block Han Li's attack.

But unfortunately, Han Li didn't intend to entangle with them in a fight; he was completely pressing forward with all his might.

More than a dozen golden, black, and red lights, regardless of what magic tools they hit, swarmed forward together. The blocking magic tools were simply like an egg hitting a rock, immediately turning into countless fragments and disappearing from this world. As for the owners of the magic tools, Han Li naturally wouldn't let them go and wiped them out together.

At this time, besides those black-clothed cultivators who had run hundreds of feet away, the only ones left standing here were the little prince and the masked person beside him who should be the Chief Steward, both revealing looks of disbelief. This so-called "Black Wind Formation" hadn't exerted any power at all before being ruined by Han Li in advance.

Han Li's gaze turned to the little prince and the other, which made them secretly shout "bad," and they simultaneously made defensive postures, emitting faint black light from their bodies, covering their figures, instantly becoming gloomy and eerie.

"Hmph, playing god!" Han Li sneered and said.

Although he didn't know what cultivation technique these two were using, it was clearly very similar to the bald man's demonic art. It was just that he didn't know why the black light on their bodies wasn't the blood light of the bald man. Could it be because of the difference in cultivation level? Han Li wondered with some confusion.

Han Li didn't know that at this time, the little prince and the other were secretly suffering!

Han Li's cultivation and the sharpness of his magic tools far exceeded the plans they had made in advance.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen Foundation Establishment cultivators, but Han Li's strength as a Foundation Establishment cultivator was simply not something the sect's altar masters of the same Foundation Establishment level could compare to. Let alone one-on-one, he estimated that even if two or three altar masters went up together, they wouldn't necessarily be this person's opponent.

That extreme speed that was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, the strange ability to manipulate more than a dozen magic tools at once—all of this was something they had never heard of.

Now it seemed that even the Blood Servant adult might not be this person's opponent! Although this Blood Servant adult seemed to have used some secret technique.

And they didn't have the arrogance to think that the two of them joining forces could fight Han Li. Therefore, although they activated the secret technique on their bodies, their figures didn't advance but instead retreated carefully.

Contrary to them, the Meng Mountain Four Friends were stunned by Han Li's display of power.

Although these few knew Han Li was very powerful, they had no reference to compare how high his strength actually was.

But now that they had seen it with their own eyes, Han Li had killed five or six of the more than a dozen cultivators with similar cultivation to them in an instant, and the rest were so terrified that they fled far away and didn't dare to look back. Such cultivation! Such techniques! It made these few truly convinced.

Han Li took a deep breath, wanting to take down the little prince and the Chief Steward in one go, when suddenly, a roar full of beastly madness came from the blood-colored light mass on one side, filled with endless madness.

The little prince and the other heard this sound and couldn't help but look at each other with joy.

And Han Li's expression became solemn. He didn't care about the two opposite him, hurriedly reached into his storage pouch, and a small, exquisite magic tool appeared in his hand.

Han Li didn't hesitate to throw this item toward the blood-colored light mass.

Only to see a yellow small bell grow with the wind after leaving Han Li's hand, turning into a huge bronze bell five or six feet tall in the blink of an eye. This was the "Heaven-Covering Bell"—a spoil of war Han Li had obtained from the Masked Moon Sect cultivator Xuan Le. At that time, it was this magic tool that trapped the vicious blood spider underneath it; its power was visible.

After a loud "clang," this bell accurately covered the blood-colored light mass that was undergoing a strange transformation, and no more roaring could be heard.

Seeing this move from Han Li, the little prince and the other, who had just revealed looks of joy, were stunned.

Could it be that this Blood Servant adult had been captured so easily?

Han Li turned his head, suddenly smiled strangely at the two, and then flicked both his hands.

In an instant, countless large and small fireballs surged out from his hands, hitting them like a violent storm, and the nearby sky was dyed fire-red.

This scene gave the little prince and the other a fright, and they hurriedly released a defensive disc magic tool, blocking it in front of them.

A series of deafening explosions rang out without stopping, making the little prince dizzy.

Even because the number of fireballs was too large, a few stray ones hit the little prince directly, causing his protective black energy to be blown away significantly.

The disheveled little prince was both shocked and angry. He knew very well that only by releasing a large batch of talismans at once could such a great momentum be created.

After waiting for this fireball rain to pass, a scream suddenly came from beside him, causing his body to shake, and he hurriedly looked to the side.

As a result, he gasped, his eyes full of shock.

Only to see the thin, withered masked person who had been standing not far from him, his black energy dissipated, and he was being held by Han Li, powerless. His side was covered in blood, and he was left with only one arm.

This situation shocked the little prince, and he truly felt a fear of being unable to resist Han Li, secretly cursing the uselessness of that Blood Servant.

Han Li looked coldly at the little prince and didn't stand on ceremony, tearing off the mask of the Chief Steward he was holding. It was indeed the Chief Steward of the Xin Prince's Mansion. Only, his original thin, withered face was twisted out of shape due to the pain of his severed arm.

"Impossible, how did you capture him? Our protective evil energy isn't so easily broken!" The little prince said with a light breath, but suddenly raised both hands, and more than a dozen black lights flashed and shot toward Han Li.

A mocking intent suddenly appeared on Han Li's wooden face.

He flicked one hand, and a pitch-black, shield-like object appeared in front of him out of thin air.

As a result, those black lights hit it, but besides a muffled sound, no effect appeared at all.

The little prince was startled and looked closely, only to discover that this "shield" was actually a very huge turtle shell, but this turtle shell was pitch-black and lusterless; it was clearly a specially refined one.

Seeing this, the little prince's eyes rolled, black light flourished on his body, and his whole person suddenly flew backward like lightning. Then he turned around and wanted to escape just like the other cultivators who had fled.

But as one of the necessary targets to be captured alive, how could Han Li let him run away easily? After his figure flickered, Han Li easily appeared in front of the little prince, raised his hand, and a green giant sword several feet long appeared out of thin air, slashing toward the little prince's head without ceremony.

Seeing this, the little prince was secretly overjoyed.

His protective evil energy was specifically for polluting all kinds of magic tools; he didn't need to worry about this giant sword hurting him at all, and he could take this opportunity to cover his escape.

Thinking of this, the little prince's figure rose, wanting to fly directly over Han Li's head.

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