Chapter 731: Two-Tailed Snake

Cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and his hands, which were manipulating the golden electric arcs, suddenly shook. Golden light erupted, and the electric net exploded. Net

Countless electric arcs jumped and bounced, and an electric light net, even denser than the original, suddenly appeared. It then rapidly contracted in an instant.

As a result, those black threads that shot out naturally collided with the golden arcs one after another.

A loud "Zzz" sound rang out. Under the painful strike of the golden arcs, the black threads transformed into countless wisps of black smoke that rose within the net, accompanied by the sound of miserable wailing that rang out from time to time, sounding extremely shrill.

Afterward, the black threads retreated in fear back to the center of the golden net and gathered into a pitch-black, oily, demonic infant, its face full of terror and fear. It then opened its mouth, and wisps of ink-black Yin Qi sprayed out, wrapping it layer after layer in a desperate attempt to resist the Evil-Warding Divine Lightning that was already close at hand.

Han Li's expression was indifferent, a look of mockery flashing across the corner of his mouth. The golden arcs spraying from his hands suddenly thickened by thirty percent, the electric arcs blindingly dazzling, making it hard to look directly at them.

The wailing within the electric light rose again, then gradually faded amidst the huge sound of thunder, and after a moment, it became silent.

Seeing this, Han Li felt a sense of relief. With a roll and contraction of the golden arcs in his hands, he wrapped up a pitch-black storage pouch and brought it into his hand.

Then, after looking up at the sky, he swayed his figure expressionlessly. After green spiritual light rose again, he transformed into a green rainbow and shot back.

From the few words Han Li exchanged with the black-robed person to Han Li releasing the Evil-Warding Divine Lightning to destroy his opponent, the entire process took only the blink of an eye.

Not only were the bald-browed man, the old man surnamed Ma, and the others below dumbfounded, but even the two great Mu Lan masters, the tall, thin spellcaster and Ku Yao, were staring blankly, unable to believe everything that had just happened.

It should be known that while the Tiannan cultivators didn't know the black-robed person's background, they knew seven or eight out of ten.

These mysterious cultivators came from a vast empire on the other side of the Mu Lan grasslands. Although it was unknown why they had suddenly come to the Mu Lan grasslands and what conditions they had reached with the divine masters of the three major Mu Lan tribes, they had actually stepped in to help.

But there was no doubt that these people far surpassed the cultivators of the same stage in the Tiannan cultivation world in both cultivation arts and divine abilities.

Even before the real battle had begun, two Tiannan Nascent Soul cultivators had been destroyed by these people one after another, making the two Mu Lan great masters quite convinced by the black-robed people.

And the reason the black-robed person was sent out for this second duel was that they felt there were too many Nascent Soul cultivators guarding this restrictive formation, and it would be best to catch one off guard and destroy or severely injure them first.

But who would have thought that a youth with seemingly ordinary cultivation would emerge from the other side and destroy the black-robed cultivator in a few swift moves, not even allowing his Nascent Soul to escape. How could this not shock the two of them!

The tall, thin spellcaster and Ku Yao finally regained their senses. After exchanging a look of horror, they revealed hesitant expressions. They didn't know whether they should continue to send people to challenge or simply command the spellcasters behind them to swarm forward.

Just then, a few faint words suddenly reached their ears, almost as soft as silence.

"The momentum is broken today, let us retreat for now. We will come again tomorrow. By then, this formation might already be... Hehe! As for the death of Tian Ku, it might be a bit troublesome. But I will explain it to the divine masters." It was unknown whether the voice was male or female, but the words carried a tone of command.

Hearing this, the tall, thin spellcaster and Ku Yao were startled, but without a word, they immediately acted according to the instructions, turning around to shout orders to the crowd of spellcasters behind them.

After a commotion among the spellcasters behind them, no one raised any objections. The front ranks became the rear, and they slowly retreated.

The two great masters naturally brought up the rear. But before flying away, they both glared gloomily at the cultivators, especially Han Li, before turning and leaving.

"Should we pursue them?" Gu Gu Shuangpu asked, looking at the retreating spellcaster army, feeling a bit uncertain.

"Forget it. The Mu Lan people have retreated but not been defeated. If we few rush over, we might be trapped by them instead. It is better to rely on the formation and wait for them to come. Our Huanglong Mountain's 'Thousand Sound Illusion Formation' is not so easy to break. Even if the Mu Lan people can take it, they won't be able to do so without losing more than half of these spellcasters." The bald-browed man pondered for a moment before shaking his head.

While saying this, he couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Han Li beside him.

Because the scene of Han Li destroying the black-robed person was too unexpected for the cultivators. As a result, when Han Li flew back, the cultivators fell into a cold silence, not knowing what to say.

Now that the big man looked over, Han Li's expression remained as usual. He simply stowed away the black storage pouch he had been playing with and smiled slightly at everyone.

Others hadn't thought much of Han Li's smile before, but now, after he had killed a Nascent Soul cultivator, seeing Han Li's smile again, everyone felt a strange, unfathomable feeling. The contempt they had previously held vanished completely.

"This time, Fellow Daoist Han has killed a high-tier spellcaster of the other side. Truly a joyous and congratulatory event. I, Lu, will definitely report this to the Alliance upon returning. The Alliance will definitely reward you heavily." The bald-browed man smiled and spoke words of congratulation.

The old man surnamed Ma and Gu Gu Shuangpu also reacted, offering words of praise with smiles on their faces. But their attitudes toward Han Li were naturally subtly different from before. In their words, a trace of awe toward Han Li was faintly revealed.

Han Li seemed not to feel it at all, and he exchanged a few polite, courteous words as well. Only, while speaking, Han Li's gaze glanced at one of them twice inadvertently, and when no one noticed his expression, a faint, mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After the spellcaster army's figures finally disappeared, the bald-browed man opened a passage through the mist sea using a technique, and the few of them quickly submerged into the passage and disappeared, the mist sea closing the entrance again.

The vicinity of Huanglong Mountain returned to tranquility. Only the boundless green mist remained, silent and motionless.

Han Li and the others returned to the main hall, having nothing to say. After discussing the day's great battle briefly, everyone bid farewell and returned to their residences to rest.

Especially the old man surnamed Ma, whose treasure had been destroyed and who had lost a significant amount of origin energy. He needed to take medicine and sit in meditation to recover his magic power.

In the blink of an eye, the people in the hall dispersed, leaving only the bald-browed man.

He sat on the main seat with his head lowered, lost in thought, wondering what he was thinking about.

After a while, his brows suddenly jumped, and with a strange look on his face, he shouted in a low voice:

"Who is there? Come out."

"Hehe! Brother Lu truly has profound Daoist arts. I was detected the moment I entered. No wonder the Nine Nations Alliance let you guard one side alone." At the entrance of the originally empty hall, light flashed, and a figure appeared with a smile.

"It's you? Fellow Daoist, why didn't you go to rest, but instead hid your figure and returned?" The bald-browed man frowned and asked with a strange expression.

"Nothing, I just suddenly discovered a secret and felt I should discuss it with you."

"A secret? What secret?" The bald-browed man was startled, sizing the person up a few times with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Han of the Falling Cloud Sect is very likely a spy for the Mu Lan people!" The person spoke without hesitation and slowly walked forward.

"A spy? Brother, are you out of your mind? Fellow Daoist Han just killed a Nascent Soul stage spellcaster today. This is truly ridiculous." Hearing this, the bald-browed man's face twitched, and he burst into laughter, his face full of disbelief.

"I knew Brother Lu wouldn't believe it, but I have evidence. You will know that what I say is true once you see it." The person sighed with a bitter smile. Then, with a flip of his hand, light flashed, and a green jade slip appeared in his hand. He took a few more steps forward, approaching the big man.

The big man's eyes revealed surprise. After a moment of hesitation, he still stood up to welcome him and extended an arm to receive it.

Seeing this, the person opposite him raised a hand with a calm expression, as if to hand it over.

Just as the big man's fingers were about to touch the jade slip, the person's expression changed drastically, a look of ferocity flashing by. The jade slip flashed with green light and suddenly transformed into a small emerald-green snake, biting the big man's wrist with lightning speed.

The big man surnamed Lu was full of astonishment, opening his mouth as if to shout something, but his face instantly turned pitch-black and purple. Then, his whole body went limp and collapsed to the ground without a sound, motionless.

"The Two-Tailed Emerald Snake truly lives up to its reputation. In terms of toxicity alone, it is probably no worse than the legendary Ten Absolute Poisons. After being bitten, the Nascent Soul doesn't even have the strength to escape. If it had wings to fly, it would definitely be an extremely sharp cultivator killer." A look of joy flashed across the person's face as he muttered, taking a step forward to carefully examine the corpse that was beginning to melt.

And that small emerald-green snake, having released its fangs from the corpse, flicked its tail, revealing two slender, sharp tails of equal size. Then, the two tails tapped the ground, and with a "whoosh," the snake shot back onto its master's palm, then raised its neck and coiled up, spitting out a purple-black poisonous tongue, its eyes emerald-green and extremely gloomy.

At this time, the person who had launched the sneak attack held the small snake in one hand and beckoned lightly with the other.

The storage pouch on the corpse flew directly into his hand, and then he sank his spiritual sense into it with some excitement, as if searching for something.

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