Chapter 730: Heaven-Shattering True Demon Art

After the old man took a look at the scroll, his complexion turned deathly pale. The object in his hand was riddled with holes, looking just like a sieve. It was clearly destroyed beyond repair.

"What a pity! If Fellow Daoist Ku Yao hadn't been in such a rush to come out and had instead held on a bit longer inside without using his Fire Spirit Origin Power, that cultivator would have likely been forced to withdraw the formation diagram himself due to insufficient magic power. Now, Fellow Daoist Ku Yao has also lost quite a bit of his origin energy. Neither of them can claim the upper hand." The black-robed person said with some regret. The tall, thin spellcaster was stunned upon hearing this, and after looking down, a look of realization appeared on his face.

The old man surnamed Ma's complexion alternated between green and white several times. He couldn't bear to discard the scroll in his hand, so after stowing it into his storage pouch, he glared viciously at Ku Yao opposite him.

Seeing the old man's expression, Ku Yao let out a cold snort. He stepped on the fire flood dragon beneath his feet, and flames began to roll over his body once more, the red light reappearing.

"Master Ku, stop. How about we call this duel a draw? Both of you have exhausted too much magic power; continuing to fight won't yield any results." The tall, thin spellcaster suddenly shouted from high in the air, stopping Ku Yao's movements. His subsequent words were directed at the bald-browed man and the other Tiannan cultivators.

The bald-browed man was a bit surprised to hear this, but after exchanging a glance with Gu Gu Shuangpu, he nodded in agreement:

"Very well, let us end this match here."

Hearing the words of the tall, thin spellcaster and the bald-browed man, the old man surnamed Ma, though unwilling, knew that continuing to fight would be futile. He could only helplessly fly back.

Ku Yao, on the other side, was equally frustrated. He retracted the fire flood dragon beneath his feet and flew back up into the sky with a look of resentment.

Once the old man surnamed Ma returned, the bald-browed man naturally offered a few words of comfort, which finally eased the old man's expression slightly.

But just then, the black-robed person and the tall, thin old man on the spellcaster's side whispered a few words to each other. As a result, the black-robed person floated down gracefully. He stopped at the spot where the battle had just taken place, then swept his gloomy gaze across the cultivators.

"Your opponent this time is me. Let me say this first: this match will be to the death. Don't harbor any illusions that someone will suddenly stop the duel." The black-robed person said in a hoarse, indistinct voice, a look of contempt flashing through his eyes.

The black-robed person's words were so arrogant that the expressions of the bald-browed man and Gu Gu Shuangpu naturally changed, their eyes revealing anger. However, neither of them dared to rashly jump out to accept the challenge.

After all, they both knew that the two Nascent Soul cultivators who had died in the previous battles had both perished at the hands of these strange spellcasters. No matter how conceited they were, when it came to their own lives, they couldn't help but hesitate.

"Let me go and meet him." Han Li suddenly spoke indifferently.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist is going!... Fellow Daoist Han, please be careful. If anything goes wrong, the three of us will naturally step in to save you." Seeing Han Li volunteer to fight, the bald-browed man was startled at first, but then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. On the surface, however, he naturally offered a mouthful of cautionary words.

Han Li smiled faintly upon hearing this and said nothing more. Green light flowed over his body, and he transformed into a streak of green light, shooting into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the green rainbow arrived near the black-robed person, and the brilliance faded. Han Li stood there with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

The black-robed person's eyes flickered as he sized Han Li up from head to toe, his gaze gradually turning icy. His pupils also began to change from black to green, appearing extremely demonic.

Han Li's pupils constricted, and he suddenly asked:

"Are you a demon or a ghost?"

"Hehe! Do you think I don't look like a human?" Hearing Han Li's question, the black-robed person opposite him didn't get angry; instead, he sneered. At the same time, wisps of ink-like black Qi began to emerge from his body, and the sound of ghosts wailing rose up. For a moment, cold winds blew all around, as if they were in a ghost realm.

"So you are human. That's good. It seems you are an evil cultivator who practices the Dao of demons and ghosts." Han Li let out a light breath and said with an unchanging expression.

"Hmph! Junior, you really have a lot of nonsense to say. There is no need to probe my background anymore. Once I destroy you, you won't need to worry about anything." The black-robed person said hoarsely, while the black Qi on his body surged violently, his figure becoming indistinct within the black mist.

"I don't have the patience to waste time with you. Hand over your life now." The black-robed person let out a sinister laugh from within the black Qi and formed a hand seal, his body size suddenly swelling by more than double. He transformed from a normal-looking person into a giant two zhang tall. Although it was hard to see clearly due to the obstruction of the Yin Qi, the black-robed person, whose clothes had been torn apart, faintly had two horns on his head and fangs protruding from his mouth. No wonder many cultivators thought these strange spellcasters were all transformed from non-human beings.

Blue light flashed in Han Li's pupils, and the giant's green-faced, fanged appearance was clearly reflected in his mind.

"This is?" After seeing the giant's demonic transformation clearly, a trace of surprise appeared on Han Li's face for the first time. The giant's current demonic appearance was exactly the same as one of the phantoms manifested by the "Six Extremes True Demon Art" when he had fought the successor of the Six Paths.

"What is your relationship with the Six Paths Extreme Saint?"

"What Six Paths Extreme Saint? Don't think that spouting nonsense will buy you time. Go to hell!" The giant was startled at first, but then a ferocious grin appeared on his face, and he suddenly waved his large hand within the black Qi.

A pitch-black object shot straight toward Han Li. Once it emerged from the black Qi, it flashed with black light and vanished into thin air.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression sank, and his figure suddenly shot backward several zhang.

At the same time, a giant emerald-green ghost claw suddenly appeared where he had been standing and swiped through the air. Naturally, it swiped at empty space.

"Eh!" The demonic giant let out a surprised sound when his attack missed.

"As expected. Although you aren't practicing ghost cultivation techniques but some kind of demonic cultivation art, your attack methods are very similar to those of ghost cultivators. If someone really treated you as a ghost cultivator, they would likely suffer a great loss." Han Li stared at the ghost hand and said indifferently.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, the giant's figure within the black Qi froze, and he stared coldly at Han Li without a word.

But just then, Han Li's brows furrowed slightly, and his figure swayed, shifting diagonally by several zhang. As a result, another green ghost claw swiped silently through the spot where he had just been standing.

This time, the giant within the ghost Qi could no longer hold his temper and asked:

"You were able to dodge the Ghost Yin Claw's attacks one after another; have you seen a real ghost cultivator before?" A trace of a slip-up finally appeared in the giant's words.

"Of course I have, otherwise how could I have dodged so easily?" Han Li replied with a half-truthful, light laugh.

"Hmph! You are indeed knowledgeable. But it doesn't matter. Even if you know I am using demonic cultivation arts, so what? Under the power of my Heaven-Shattering True Demon Art, the next moment will be your death." The giant said sinisterly, appearing to have no intention of continuing the conversation, and suddenly tilted his head back and let out a sharp whistle.

The whistle was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce metal and crack stone.

Seeing this, the look of composure on Han Li's face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of solemnity.

At this moment, the black Qi opposite him began to spin rapidly like a storm. A powerful and astonishing demonic Qi erupted from thin air, and then a huge black shadow shot out from the black wind, carrying almost a series of phantoms, and arrived in front of Han Li in the blink of an eye.

The black shadow's two arms moved slightly, and a large patch of greenish-black claw shadows immediately shrouded Han Li, intending to use a pair of sharp claws to cut Han Li into countless pieces of flesh.

Han Li took a deep breath, his expression strange as he neither dodged nor retreated; instead, he rubbed his hands together and raised them upward.

The sound of thunder suddenly erupted, and a pale golden electric net appeared out of thin air above Han Li's head, meeting the claw shadows without the slightest fear.

Seeing this, the black shadow was startled, but before he could think too much, he still ruthlessly swiped his sharp claws down without hesitation.

In his mind, perhaps ordinary demonic cultivation arts could be countered by lightning-attribute cultivation arts, but his Heaven-Shattering True Demon Art was not something ordinary demonic arts could compare to. Mere lightning could not harm him in the slightest. This cultivator before him, who seemed to know some things and made him feel extremely uncomfortable, would soon be dead.

Before the black shadow's thoughts had even finished, he suddenly felt a sudden heat in his pair of sharp claws, followed by an indescribable, intense pain spreading from them. Then, golden light erupted before his eyes, and the electric net composed of golden arcs actually broke through the claw shadows and instead shrouded him from above.

"Golden electric arcs? No! I seem to have heard of this somewhere. Could it be..." When the golden electric net caught the huge black shadow off guard, the black shadow suddenly remembered the rumors about golden electric arcs. Wasn't this one of the things the transmission elder had repeatedly warned him about when he was taught the demonic art, one of the things the Heaven-Shattering True Demon Art feared most?

And ever since he had practiced this demonic art, he had rarely encountered an opponent at the same stage, so he had actually forgotten about this!

The black shadow's face turned purple, and he was trembling with fear, but he was unwilling to just wait for death. He roared without thinking, and his originally tall figure suddenly shrank rapidly amidst a series of explosions, instantly turning into a dwarf three feet tall. This prolonged the time he was in contact with the golden net.

And just as he bought this moment of time, a muffled "bang" sound came.

The dwarf's body expanded and contracted, then exploded rapidly, transforming into countless fine, shiny black threads that shot out in all directions.

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