Chapter 784

Although Han Li did not know what made this so-called "Seven Dragon Stakes" so dangerous, hearing Bai Yue's voice filled with panic, his heart tightened instinctively.

With a flick of his wide sleeve, thirty-six Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords emitted a humming sound and flew out in unison like fish swimming from his sleeve.

Knowing his opponent was no ordinary demonic cultivator, Han Li had no interest in slowly probing his depth with other methods—he immediately unleashed his newly forged flying swords, aiming to defeat the enemy in one blow.

Thirty-six golden lights, each about a foot long, spun above Han Li's head as he rapidly cast a series of spell seals upon them.

Instantly, all the golden lights trembled slightly, then split into over a hundred identical sword beams, radiating brilliant light.

Han Li was just about to activate the spell to form the Great Geng Sword Array when the seven surrounding light pillars struck first.

The silver dragons on the pillars simultaneously turned their heads toward Han Li in the center, opened their mouths wide, and emitted dazzling silver light—as if something were about to be spat forth.

Without time to think, Han Li pointed at the blue shield before him; a flash of spiritual light transformed the treasure into a thick curtain of blue mist that enveloped him completely. With his other hand, he launched the brocade scarf, which turned into a vast expanse of white mist, floating around the water barrier.

At the same time, a white shadow shot out from Han Li's sleeve, landed on the ground, and transformed into a graceful, stunningly beautiful woman.

It was Bai Yue, possessing the body of a fox spirit, emerging on her own.

As Han Li was taken aback, Bai Yue raised her hand and shot out a burst of purple light—the Purple Cloud Net.

Under Bai Yue's tense expression, this ancient treasure transformed into a purple flame net, forming an outermost layer of defense.

Han Li's heart tightened. He had already set up two layers of defense, yet Bai Yue still deemed them insufficient. Was the "Seven Dragon Stakes" truly this powerful?

The moment this thought arose in Han Li's mind, the seven silver dragons spat out their silver light—seven invisible, tangible silver columns.

Seven silver beams, as thick as a bowl's mouth, flashed and struck the fire net formed by the Purple Cloud Net.

Silver light and purple flame interwove, but the purple net held only a moment before it was pierced through by seven holes, as if melting snow under spring sun.

The seven silver beams, undiminished, struck the mist formed by the brocade scarf's ancient treasure.

Upon contact, the mist churned violently, showing signs of collapse.

Seeing this, Han Li sucked in a sharp breath, his face darkening.

If this continued, his three layers of defense would be shattered in an instant. What kind of attack were these beams? How powerful could they be!

Just as Han Li was thinking this, Bai Yue, witnessing the scene, suddenly relaxed.

"So it's just an illusion. All that worry for nothing!" Bai Yue muttered, forming a seal with her jade hand, parting her lips to exhale a fragrant mist, spitting out a pink pearl the size of a thumb.

The pearl was no larger than a thumb, exuding a rich, sweet fragrance.

Then Bai Yue began chanting a melodious, low incantation, pointing a slender white finger at the pearl.

With a soft "pop," the pearl burst open, transforming into countless dazzling, vividly colored powders that surged toward the surrounding blue water curtain.

Han Li was startled, but made no move to stop it.

As the water curtain absorbed the powders, its spiritual light flared brilliantly, its surface glowing as if composed entirely of countless identical copper mirrors.

At this moment, the silver beams shattered the outer white mist and struck the final layer of defense without mercy.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart clenched—but his spell seals never ceased. Unnoticed, the sword beams circling above his head began vanishing one by one.

The water curtain emitted blinding rays of light; the seven silver beams trembled slightly, then were reflected back along their original path—faster than before, by a third.

This move took Han Li by surprise—and the black-robed youth had no warning at all.

He had been completely distracted by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman beside Han Li.

Moreover, the black-robed youth had heard Bai Yue mutter "fake," and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

A series of thunderous booms erupted as the seven light pillars and their silver dragons were instantly engulfed and erased.

Han Li froze. Such a formidable artifact had been destroyed so easily—it was almost unbelievable.

Bai Yue pursed her red lips, a faint smirk of triumph on her face.

"Not only a fake, but a half-finished one too. You really gave me a scare," Bai Yue laughed softly, patting her full chest.

"Half-finished? How do you know the countermeasure to the Seven Dragon Stakes?" The black-robed youth's expression darkened as he saw the Seven Dragon Stakes destroyed; upon hearing Bai Yue's "half-finished" remark, he snapped sharply.

Though he knew the artifact he held was certainly not the legendary original, he had assumed even as a replica, its power should be more varied. Now, hearing Bai Yue's words, he believed her—seven or eight tenths of it at least.

Hearing the black-robed youth's words, Bai Yue's bright eyes flickered, but showed no intention to answer. Instead, she formed a seal with both hands and cast a spell toward the water curtain.

Instantly, the water curtain flashed, and a cloud of pink mist shot out, condensing back into the original pink pearl.

Bai Yue opened her crimson lips, exhaling a stream of light that swept the pearl into its embrace, drawing it back into her abdomen.

"Spiritual Core! Hah! So you're a fox spirit. But your cultivation is only at the seventh level—that's odd. Still, this is perfect. In Da Jin, many cultivators desire a fox spirit as a concubine. A fox spirit capable of human form is priceless, comparable to the finest heavenly and earthly treasures. I truly didn't come here in vain." The black-robed youth first roared in anger, but after carefully scanning Bai Yue and the pink pearl with his spiritual sense, his face lit up with ecstatic delight.

"I would dearly love to follow the Immortal Master, but Bai Yue already has a master. I'm afraid I cannot obey your wishes," Bai Yue's expression flickered, then she smiled sweetly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"You have a master? Your master will be dead before long. Come with me willingly, and I'll spare your life. Don't be foolish—coming with me is far better than staying in this backwater." The black-robed youth glared greedily at Bai Yue, dismissing her words.

"Are you out of your mind? Myself, your master, am still standing here, yet you're already eyeing my servant. Look around you first," Han Li, who had stood motionless until now, suddenly sneered.

"Around? You mean these useless sword beams? Though it's unusual for you to forge so many flying swords as treasures, surely you know that a true spirit weapon must be cultivated with your own true qi to unleash its full power. Forging so many swords is utterly foolish. And turning them into so many illusions? Even more ridiculous. What use is such a trick against peers? Even if I stood still, your sword beams couldn't scratch a single hair off me." The black-robed youth glanced at the dense swarm of sword beams suddenly appearing around him, scoffing.

"You have a point. But before that, let me ask you—are you a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator? If not, then die." Han Li's expression turned strange, then his eyes flashed with lethal intent as he secretly activated the fully prepared Great Geng Sword Array.

The black-robed youth, startled by Han Li's question, hesitated, then flipped his hand—producing a short, jet-black axe in his palm.

The axe's surface bore faint runes, and its handle was carved with a lifelike demonic face—clearly no ordinary treasure.

At that moment, the golden sword beams all chimed in unison, their spiritual light flaring—but they did not attack. Instead, they began vanishing one by one into thin air.

The black-robed youth froze, then extended his spiritual sense to locate the sword beams—but found no trace whatsoever.

This sent a chill through him—he no longer hesitated.

He snorted coldly and hurled the black axe without delay.

A flash of black light—and the axe instantly swelled into a massive six- to seven-zhang axe, razor-sharp.

The giant axe swung lightly, slashing violently into empty air.

Golden light flared—a nearly invisible golden thread appeared, meeting the axe's descent, then vanished instantly.

With a "clang," the giant axe snapped cleanly in half and fell from the sky.

"This is…" The black-robed youth's contempt vanished instantly; his expression turned grim.

He raised his hand again—another emerald flying knife shot out, transforming into a ten-zhang-long green rainbow as it streaked forward.

The same thing happened: after flying only a dozen zhang, identical golden threads appeared out of nowhere, slicing through the green rainbow, which exploded into a burst of green light before breaking into six or seven pieces and falling to the ground.

"Xī! Sword Array!" The black-robed youth, though experienced, sucked in a sharp breath and instantly understood.

Sword arrays were typically formed by dozens, even hundreds of cultivators. Yet Han Li had created such a deadly array alone—leaving the youth utterly stunned.

Seeing the black-robed youth begin to comprehend, Han Li gave him no time to devise a countermeasure—he immediately formed a seal with both hands, linking his spiritual sense to every sword beam, and activated the Great Geng Sword Array in full.

A bizarre scene unfolded around the black-robed youth.

Countless golden threads, glowing with eerie golden radiance, flickered in and out of existence around him—moving silently, irregularly, yet slowly closing inward.

Seeing this, the black-robed youth's face turned ashen.

He slammed his hand against his storage bag—over a dozen white, blood-veined pearls appeared in his grasp.

He spun rapidly, and the pearls shot out in all directions.

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