Chapter 122: Damn Old Thing!

"It's you?!"

The black-robed man's pupils shrank, surging with cold violence and anger.

Although the figure before him was shrouded in moonlight, making her face unclear, the aura she exuded couldn't be faked.

It was none other than the Purple Boss he had recruited in Yunling Prefecture!

He never imagined that someone from such a small place would have the audacity to strike at him.

A person who was just a pawn in his eyes dared to bite back at its master?

"Seeking death..."

The black-robed man was just about to let out a roar.

The figure shrouded in moonlight had already struck.

Yang Han's silver sword, like a spirit snake out of its sheath, flashed, surging water and wood true qi mixed with moonlight pouring out.

The three forces fused perfectly in her palm, condensing into a silver-white giant sword about three zhang long, the sword body solid as truth, moonlight flowing on the blade, as if she were holding a crescent moon in her hand.

She slashed down with the sword.

That sword was like moonlight pouring down from the nine heavens, silent, yet carrying the determination to split everything.

Boom!!!

The power of this sword was so strong that it even split the air, emitting a sharp whistle.

Wherever the silver giant sword passed, the air was torn into a visible crack, the airflow on both sides surging frantically.

The black-robed man's figure was instantly swallowed by the silver giant sword, the sword light exploding, the blinding white light illuminating the entire stream valley as if it were broad daylight.

The terrifying sword light continued to extend, slashing into the stream beside the black-robed man.

"Rumble!!!"

The stream water exploded, water splashing several zhang high, the riverbed split into a huge gap, the water flowing backward, almost cutting the entire stream in two.

Rubble flew, mud surged, the stream water mixed with mud turned into a turbid torrent, surging to both sides.

Jiang Ye, hiding in the shadows in the distance, saw this scene, his brow lifting slightly, a flash of hidden shock in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself:

"This little girl is worthy of being the boss of the 'Six Demons of Yunling'; she really has some strength."

He saw it clearly.

Yang Han's sword perfectly fused the endurance of water-type true qi, the vitality of wood-type true qi, and the coolness of moonlight, the three forces superimposed.

The power of this sword had already faintly exceeded the scope of an Embracing the Pill Realm martial artist.

"However, can you kill him?"

Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes, crimson-gold flames jumping in them, his Fire Eye quietly activated.

His gaze pierced through the blinding white light, locking tightly onto the black-robed man's position.

In the white light, Yang Han's figure was graceful, staring at the direction swallowed by the sword light, a flash of hesitation in her eyes: "Did I kill him..."

The next instant.

Both of them changed expressions drastically.

Boom!!!

An extremely yin and cold murderous intent swept out from the center of the white light like a storm.

That murderous intent was so intense it was nearly physical, carrying a destructive momentum, crushing toward all directions like an invisible tsunami.

Grass and trees bent, rubble flew, and frost seemed to condense in the air.

That silver giant sword about three zhang long collapsed under the impact of this murderous intent, turning into sky-filling silver light spots, scattering in the night wind.

The white light dissipated, revealing the black-robed man's figure.

He was wrapped in a layer of illusory golden true gang, which, though thin, acted like an invisible armor under the blessing of the murderous intent, protecting his vital points.

Only a deep wound appeared on his chest, the skin and flesh rolled back, fresh blood flowing out, the ribs inside vaguely visible.

Despite suffering this heavy injury, his figure remained steady.

"You, very good!"

The black-robed man slowly stood up, his gaze burning as he looked at the figure shrouded in moonlight, the hoarse voice full of suppressed extreme anger and killing intent.

The moment he stood up, the murderous intent around him erupted suddenly, actually causing the grass and trees all around to tremble, branches and leaves falling one after another.

The stream nearby even had small fish floating up, bellies turned white, drifting with the current, as if they had been stunned by some terrifying thing.

"Murderous intent... can it reach this step?!"

Jiang Ye in the distance had his pupils shrink suddenly.

He knew that murderous intent could intimidate the mind, but he really hadn't imagined it could stun the small fish in the stream.

"Run, run."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ye turned and fled.

His figure swept out silently like a wisp of light smoke, skimming the ground, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Anyway, he had already displayed the Blood Moon Illusion Kill, helped Yang Han strike the first blow, and created an opportunity for her, fulfilling their cooperation agreement.

Since the other party's killing move failed to kill the black-robed man, he couldn't be blamed.

"This old thing..."

Yang Han's eyes trembled slightly, a flash of annoyance on her beautiful face.

She knew Jiang Ye was cunning, but didn't expect him to be this slippery.

As soon as something wasn't right, he ran away directly.

However, she didn't have time to think anymore.

The black-robed man's murderous intent had already covered her like a net.

That murderous intent was bone-chillingly cold, like invisible chains, tightening from all directions, trapping her firmly in the center.

"Oh no..."

Yang Han's heart trembled, secretly saying it was bad.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, her water and wood true qi surging frantically, wanting to break free from this restraint.

But her body seemed to be pressed down directly by a small mountain, unable to move a single bit.

That murderous intent was too intense, even suppressing her true qi to a standstill, making it difficult to mobilize.

"Don't worry, none of you will escape!"

The black-robed man's hoarse sneer exploded in Yang Han's ear like a night owl.

The moment his voice fell, he raised his single arm, a blinding golden light erupting from his palm.

That illusory golden true gang compressed and condensed frantically in his hand, emitting a "humming" low sound, like thousands of bees flapping their wings.

In a moment, a golden spear about a zhang long formed in his palm.

The spear body was solid as truth, cold light flowing on the spear tip, and the surface was also entwined with extremely yin and cold murderous intent, like a snake's tongue, flickering.

"Death Thorn Spear!"

The black-robed man suddenly threw the golden spear in his hand.

The spear broke through the air, its speed astonishing, bringing up a sharp whistle, and wherever it passed, the air was pierced through.

The murderous intent on the spear body was like a living thing, leaving an eerie black trajectory in mid-air, aiming straight for Yang Han's heart.

"Damn it! I can only use that move!"

The moment the black-robed man condensed the golden spear in his hand, Yang Han had already felt the great crisis between life and death.

A flash of determination crossed her eyes, and she raised her right hand, the moon mark in her palm suddenly lighting up, emitting a cold and scorching white light.

The next instant.

A heart-palpitating moonlight erupted from her body.

That moonlight was as cold as water, yet contained destructive power, surging toward all directions like a tide.

A radius of several hundred meters was illuminated as bright as day, grass, trees, streams, rocks, everything plated with a layer of silver-white radiance, even the bright moon in the sky eclipsed.

That golden spear thrown over hadn't even touched Yang Han's body before being swallowed by the moonlight. The murderous intent on the spear body was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, instantly melting.

The spear collapsed with a roar three feet away from Yang Han, turning into sky-filling golden light spots, scattered by the moonlight.

"What?!"

The violence and anger on the black-robed man's face froze, a flash of unbelievable shock in his eyes.

Although he knew this Purple Boss under his command was somewhat mysterious, that was all.

He had never taken these people from small places seriously; in his eyes, these people were just pawns, ants, consumables that could be discarded at any time.

But he never imagined that this Purple Boss, who had been dormant under him for so long, actually hid such a trump card.

The moonlight that the other party erupted with really made him feel life-threatening danger.

That power was too pure, too overbearing, and was not a means an Embracing the Pill Realm martial artist should have.

He subconsciously wanted to escape, the remaining true qi in his body surging frantically, wanting to mobilize his movement technique.

However, that moonlight only erupted for a moment before instantly shrinking back into Yang Han's body, like receding seawater, coming fast and going fast.

The next instant.

Yang Han turned and fled without hesitation.

Her body was exceptionally light and agile under the illumination of the moonlight, like a startled white crane, her feet touching the ground, her figure flickering, and she swept out several zhang in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the darkness.

Although that back was hurried, it still carried a hint of composure, as if even running away had been carefully calculated.

The black-robed man stared tightly at Yang Han's fleeing back, his red-rimmed eyes full of unwillingness and anger, but he ultimately didn't chase after her.

He had lost an arm in the grotto and was heavily injured by Yang Han just now; his physical state was actually reaching its limit.

"Stabilize the injury first."

He withdrew that chilling murderous intent, a flash of hard-to-hide pain and fatigue in his red-rimmed eyes:

"As for these ants, I can kill them anytime!"

He walked toward the forest with trembling steps.

"This power is still hard to control... if it overflows a little more, I'm afraid I'll explode myself..."

Yang Han was sprinting rapidly through the forest with agile movements; her stunningly beautiful face was now flushed with an abnormal redness, and her autumn-water-like eyes had lost their usual luster, revealing a hint of exhaustion-induced lethargy.

But she didn't dare to stop.

What she was most worried about now wasn't the black-robed man, but Jiang Ye, who was in perfect condition.

She knew that old thing too well.

Cunning, cautious, ruthless, never hesitating when it was time to strike, and never lingering when it was time to run.

If he was still lurking nearby and saw her current state, he would definitely strike without hesitation.

She bit her silver teeth tightly, desperately mobilizing the remaining true qi in her body, and swept into the deeper darkness.

"This time I've consumed almost all my murderous intent..."

The black-robed man sat down slowly, leaning against a large tree, the rough bark of the tree pressing against his injured back, but he didn't notice.

He gasped for air, wanting to circulate his qi to recuperate.

Suddenly.

A scorching aura like burning heaven came from the sky, like the scorching sun in the sky, burning the surrounding air until it slightly twisted.

"Hmm?!"

The black-robed man looked up subconsciously, then his heart trembled, his pupils almost shrinking to needle points.

He saw a huge "Big" character-shaped fire seal descending from the sky, crimson as blood, flames surging at the edges, carrying the overbearing power to burn everything, completely shrouding his body.

Runes faintly flowed on the fire seal, each stroke containing destructive power; before it even fell, the grass and trees on the ground began to wither, char, and self-ignite.

Escape?

Too late!

He roared and mobilized the half-divine qi in his body, wanting to resist.

The next instant.

Boom——!!!

The fire seal fell with a roar. ===== CHAPTER 123 =====