Chapter 741

The green lamp flame left the woman's jade hand, emitting a dazzling green radiance.

Then, spinning rapidly above her head, a shocking sight appeared.

The pale green and white flames that had been fiercely burning around the white lotus instantly transformed into countless threads of fire, flowing like myriad rivers returning to the sea, all rushing into the lamp flame.

In an instant, the Yang Fire within the Purple Net was completely absorbed; the lamp flame remained calmly floating there, its green light now even more blinding.

The green-clad woman calmly pointed at the lamp flame, and it rippled, suddenly drifting gently toward Yin Yue.

Yin Yue's face turned pale; without time to think, he pointed at the Purple Net, and the entire purple web burst into brilliant light, its dense threads forming a barrier before him. At the same time, he flipped his palm, and the ancient flower basket appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the green giant sword, accompanied by thunderous roars, flew to the woman's overhead and, upon the activation of the spell, descended instantly from thin air.

Yin Yue naturally cooperated perfectly: just as he transformed the flower basket in his hand into a white mist to shield himself, he formed a hand seal, and the purple light surrounding the white lotus suddenly opened a vast gap above.

The giant sword, wrapped in golden arcs and blue flames, slashed down fiercely toward the white lotus below.

Seeing the terrifying momentum of the giant sword, the green-clad woman's expression changed slightly; for the first time, a look of seriousness appeared on her face.

She hesitated, abandoning her initial attack on Yin Yue, and suddenly channeled all her spiritual power through her feet, directing most of it into the white lotus. Instantly, the lotus petals swelled several times in size, and layers of lotus shadows stretched upward, forming an extremely dense light barrier.

At the same time, she sharply pointed at the drifting lamp flame, which immediately flew back and hovered above her head. Then she raised the bronze lamp high and swung it slightly.

After a flash of green light and phantom images, two identical lamp flames appeared beside the original one, floating side by side above her, then merging instantly into a single green fireball the size of a human head.

At last, the giant sword struck the light barrier formed by the lotus petals.

A deafening roar erupted.

Thunderous crashes and explosive sounds rang out simultaneously, and different lights—white, golden arcs, blue flames—interwove together.

Although the white lotus's dozen petals were extraordinarily wondrous, the Exorcising Divine Thunder and Ganlan Ice Flame were no less formidable.

Individually, either might not have been enough to overcome the petals, but when both were combined on the surface of the giant sword, amplified by the power of the Seventy-Two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, the result was devastating: though the lotus shadows struggled desperately for a moment, they ultimately shattered and scattered into a sky full of starlight.

The giant sword plunged downward without obstruction—but at that moment, the green fireball slowly rose to meet it.

Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light.

Though somewhat wary of the strange nature of her green flame, he also harbored a desire to test the relative power of Ganlan Ice Flame against the lamp flame.

Instantly, the giant sword descended without hesitation.

This collision was silent: whether the pale golden lightning arcs or the extreme-cold Ganlan Ice Flame, all were instantly swallowed by the green lamp flame, followed by the entire giant sword being engulfed.

The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was Han Li's life-bound magic treasure, and thus its spiritual sensitivity was extremely acute.

The instant the green lamp flame fully enveloped the giant sword, Han Li's heart jolted—a searing, unbearable heat surged from within his chest, and his entire body temperature rose rapidly, as if even his blood were boiling.

Han Li was terrified; without time to think, he quickly formed hand seals and pointed at the giant sword.

The giant sword emitted a hum, then flashed violently with green light, splitting into dozens of small green swords that scattered in all directions.

Han Li had assumed this would free him from the strange lamp flame, but when he looked again, his face turned pale.

Each of the flying swords was now speckled with green flame, and each was immediately engulfed again by the lamp flame.

Han Li's expression darkened and flickered; his physical discomfort intensified, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. With a grim determination, he rapidly formed hand seals with his ten fingers like a spinning wheel, and his spiritual sense split into dozens of strands, instantly controlling the flying swords—some shooting upward, others spinning wildly—trying to shake off the lamp flame's grip.

He had personally witnessed the ancient Silver Bell being melted into molten silver; he would never allow his own life-bound treasure to be destroyed.

If that happened, his primordial energy and spiritual sense would both suffer catastrophic damage.

At this moment, the shattered lotus petals regenerated from the lotus platform beneath the green-clad woman's feet, once again shielding her.

The woman had been coldly watching Han Li's flying swords being engulfed by the lamp flame, and now, as they flailed helplessly through the air, a mocking smile curled at her lips.

She had no rush to act now, waiting patiently for his life-bound treasure to be destroyed and his cultivation base to collapse.

But moments later, the mocking smile on her lips froze; her eyes instead revealed astonishment.

The bronze lamp in her hand was no ordinary ancient treasure. Strictly speaking, it did not even belong to her—it was one of the two great heirlooms of the Mulan tribe.

The woman of the Yue clan had been entrusted with this treasure not only due to her profound cultivation and status as the Mulan tribe's foremost female sorceress, but even more importantly because she held another exalted title, nearly equivalent to the "Heavenly Lan Holy Maiden" of the Tumu people, earning deep respect from all other high-level sorcerers.

Even the three Great Spiritual Masters of the Mulan tribe treated her with courtesy and dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Since this treasure came into her possession, due to certain special reasons and inherent usage restrictions of the lamp, she could use it only a limited number of times, and rarely ever activated it.

Once she exceeded the prescribed number of uses, the treasure must be immediately returned and held in reserve until the next qualified owner.

This alone reveals how deeply the Mulan people valued this treasure.

Yet the lamp's most vital function was not for combat, but for another special purpose of immense importance to all Mulan people.

Of course, using this treasure in battle was also utterly dominant: every previous wielder had slain powerful enemies and refined countless treasures with it.

Whether ancient treasure or magic treasure, once enveloped by the green lamp flame, none could withstand destruction.

Wood-based treasures, naturally, were especially vulnerable—vanishing in an instant.

Yet Han Li's set of wood-based flying swords had been fully engulfed by the lamp flame for so long—and not a single trace of ash had appeared.

How could this not leave the woman stunned for a long while?

In that instant of her shock, a flash of purple light appeared above her head—a patch of purple cloud emerged without warning.

The Yue woman was startled, snapped back to awareness, and saw that Yin Yue had seized the opportunity to activate the Purple Net's seal, closing the gap he had previously opened.

Then, twisting her slender waist, she parted her crimson lips and exhaled a pink mist from her mouth, instantly drowning the white lotus in its fragrance.

The green-clad woman snorted coldly, glanced at the bronze lamp in her hand, hesitated, then chose not to activate it again.

Instead, she raised her other hand, and a pale yellow jade pendant appeared in her grasp.

She was about to activate the pendant to strike back at Yin Yue, when the pink mist suddenly trembled, its fragrance intensifying, transforming into countless handsome men and beautiful women, embracing and kissing in wildly intimate gestures—causing her to freeze in shock, then blush furiously.

"Witch. You seek death." Her face turned ashen; the jade pendant flashed yellow light, and a wave of yellow mist surged forth, instantly shattering the pink mist into nothingness.

But the spot where Yin Yue had stood was now completely empty.

The Yue woman sneered, about to activate her spiritual sense to locate him, when suddenly she remembered something—her face changed, and she urgently turned to look at Han Li.

She saw that during this brief distraction, Han Li had already reformed his flying swords into the giant sword and recalled it to his front, staring intently at her without blinking, his expression grave.

Seeing that his swords had not been refined, the Yue woman was filled with dread—but she would not wait any longer.

Immediately, she lifted the bronze lamp, determined to waste even her remaining uses, and unleash the lamp flame to directly refine Han Li.

But Han Li suddenly clasped his hands before his chest: one palm glowed with white cold light, the other shimmered with blue flame, and then he opened his mouth, exhaling a green mist that enveloped both hands.

"Puff!" A purple flame, the size of an egg, appeared between his palms; Han Li pointed at it.

The purple flame crackled faintly, transforming into a lifelike purple flame bird that spread its wings and flew straight toward the green giant sword, still wrapped in lamp flame.

With a soft "bang," a strange sight appeared.

Purple flame and green flame ignited simultaneously on the sword's surface, their lights flickering, intertwining stubbornly, and desperately devouring each other.

For a time, neither flame gained clear dominance.

Han Li's brow was tightly furrowed, his expression shifting between dark and light; the Yue woman stared, utterly dumbfounded.

What was this purple flame? How could it defy the sacred flame of her ancient lamp? Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she could never have believed it.

But the woman quickly regained her composure.

Her desire to kill Han Li intensified by a third.

This man was only at the Nascent Soul early stage, yet already possessed so many extraordinary abilities—if he advanced to the middle or even late stage, who in the Mulan Grasslands could possibly stand against him?

Thinking this, her beautiful face darkened; she tossed the bronze lamp upward, where it hovered steadily a few feet above her head. Then, with solemn expression, she sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, closed her bright eyes, and began chanting softly.

The white lotus beneath her instantly blazed with brilliant white light, while the bronze lamp above shimmered with green radiance—the two responded to each other, resonating in harmony.

This time, the Yue woman had truly made up her mind: even if it meant exhausting every remaining use of the lamp, she would erase Han Li from the Tiannan cultivators forever.

Han Li also noticed the green-clad woman's actions; his heart sank, and he silently cursed—his desire to retreat now surged strongly.

Though he still had the Purple Luo Extreme Fire and Blood Demon Sword as last resorts, he had no intention of fighting her to the death here.

This green-clad woman was no ordinary Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator—he did not wish to die alongside her.

Just as this thought arose in Han Li's mind, a sudden shadow flashed from the misty sea beside him—a person burst into the scene.

Both Han Li and the woman froze in surprise upon seeing this person.

But as both were momentarily distracted, the purple cloud formed by Yin Yue's Purple Net suddenly split left and right—and a beam of white light shot forth like lightning, straight toward the bronze lamp; a flash of white radiance, and in an instant, the lamp was engulfed within the light.

Then, after a swift circle, the white light roared back toward the purple cloud.

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