Chapter 96

The night passed without incident, which surprised the three of them.

After all, the outskirts of the Hanhai Desert were bandits' territory, yet not a single sand bandit came to bother them all night—no one knew where the bandits had gone.

But now that it was daytime, there was nothing to discuss; they must press deeper into the Hanhai Desert, toward Lan Yue City in Lan Yue Country, where there would surely be many sand bandits and subterranean demons.

Lan Yue City was the capital of Lan Yue Country, and it was precisely because this city had been attacked by sand bandits and subterranean abyss demons that Lan Yue Country had sent a plea for help to the Yuhuaxian Sect.

As Fang Yu's group rode their immortal cranes toward Lan Yue City, they soon spotted several sand bandits and subterranean demons.

"Now is the time for trial."

Fang Yu's gaze shifted.

"Good, dive down and kill!"

Princess Hong Yi and Fang Han both nodded.

There were several tents here, housing numerous sand bandits and subterranean demons; as Fang Yu and the others dove down, the bandits and demons were instantly alarmed, roaring and charging forward.

"Are those the subterranean demons?"

Fang Han's gaze swept over them, immediately seeing towering subterranean demons, somewhat resembling Divine Power golems; some held steel tridents, their backs slightly swollen, as if bearing two large fleshy bulges.

"Fang Han, be careful—that's a Yaksha! Far more dangerous than ordinary subterranean demons, equivalent to a 8th Stage of Physical Body Divine Valor Realm expert."

Princess Hong Yi's face lit up with fierce battle intent; she drew her Demon-Slaying Sword, stepped with mystical footwork, and charged forward.

The subterranean demon race begins with demons, then Yakshas, then Flying Yakshas, and above them, the supreme commander is called Asura.

Subterranean demons possess strength equivalent to Divine Power Realm experts; Yakshas are equivalent to Divine Valor Realm experts.

Flying Yakshas are equivalent to 10th Stage of Physical Body Divine Transformation Realm experts, but since they are called "Flying Yakshas," they possess one ability beyond human Divine Transformation experts: flight.

Flying Yakshas are essentially human Divine Transformation experts who can fly—extremely terrifying in power; even fellow Divine Transformation experts find them a nightmare to face.

Now, all the Yakshas and subterranean demons had spotted Fang Yu, Fang Han, and Princess Hong Yi; they immediately let out piercing whistles, brandished steel tridents, leaped forward with astonishing speed, as if they'd spotted the most delicious prey.

These Yakshas had astonishing leaping power—each jump spanned thirty to forty paces, closing in on Fang Yu's group in an instant.

"Twelve Yakshas—equivalent to twelve Divine Valor Realm experts. They'll have their hands full."

Fang Yu watched the Yakshas charging in, unfazed; he drew a sword from his hand and casually thrust it forward, piercing the eye of one Yaksha—the blade instantly pierced through its brain, killing it outright.

The sword in his hand was the upper-grade spiritual artifact, Purple Fire Sword; he could have easily wielded it to annihilate all ten-odd Yakshas in an instant, but he did not.

It was not yet time to reveal his full strength—he still needed to conceal his true abilities; perhaps some fool would leap out to attack him, just like the Evil Moon Prince had done last time.

Always holding something back, never showing all one's cards, is also part of the trial.

"Damn! Humans! Surround them and kill!"

Fang Yu handled himself effortlessly, but for Fang Han and Princess Hong Yi, the Yakshas were not easy to kill; each Yaksha possessed intelligence and thick, tough hide—ordinary magic treasures could barely harm them; only by finding their weak points could damage be inflicted.

One Yaksha leaped forward first, like a tiger, driving its steel trident straight at Fang Han; a fierce gust of wind surged forth—if he slipped even slightly, the Yaksha could kill him instantly.

Ding!

Fang Han executed the "Great Star Kick," smashing his foot into the trident, deflecting it; then, using the recoil, he slashed his blade across the Yaksha's chest, producing a clanging metallic sound.

The Demon-Slaying Sword of the Huamenwai Sect, a magic treasure blade, failed to pierce the Yaksha's chest.

"Fang Han, stab its eyes!"

On the other side, Princess Hong Yi moved with agile grace, dodging one Yaksha's strike, then thrusting her sword into its eye—the tip pierced its brain; the Yaksha let out a deafening roar, shrieking in agony, collapsing to the ground.

"So that's how it is?"

Fang Han instantly understood the Yaksha's weakness; his body flashed aside, then struck out suddenly, driving his blade into the Yaksha's eye.

That Yaksha also let out a furious roar, but fell heavily to the ground.

"Humans are fierce! Send for reinforcements immediately!"

One Yaksha, seeing this, let out a roar; immediately, several Yakshas broke off and fled, presumably to summon aid.

Fang Yu had been waiting for this—his current realm was 10th Stage of Physical Body Divine Transformation, he possessed an upper-grade spiritual artifact flying sword, and he had already been promoted to Shenglenei Sect; these Yakshas held no value to him—he must kill Flying Yakshas or other high-level experts to gain real training value.

He moved his sword casually; each strike killed a subterranean demon; the arrows fired by the sand bandits could no longer harm him at all.

But those arrows still posed a threat to Fang Han and Princess Hong Yi; the rain of arrows rained down, their piercing force leaving them aching all over.

Without the protection of their magic robes, the outcome might have been dire.

"Hahaha! I heard there was a little beauty here—I simply had to come. Are you her, little beauty?"

Just as Princess Hong Yi and Fang Han had been fighting separately for half an hour, a voice rang out from afar.

Simultaneously, a young man clad in pink robes, exuding an uncanny aura, flew in from a distance.

"Hongchenmo Sect—Crown Prince of Pink!"

Princess Hong Yi, seeing the young man in pink, instantly paled; her expression became solemn.

"Is this the Crown Prince of Pink? The one rumored to carry a Yin-Yang Wan Shou Pill if slain?"

Fang Han stared at the eerily beautiful young man in pink, instantly recalling what the Yuhua Sect Elder had said.

"Correct—it's this Crown Prince. I even thought of cutting off my own head to trade for a Yin-Yang Wan Shou Pill at your Yuhua Sect Elders' door."

The eerie Crown Prince of Pink's eyes gleamed with strange light; he paid no attention to Fang Yu or Fang Han—his entire gaze was fixed on Princess Hong Yi, as if he longed to strip her bare and enjoy her at once.

At that moment, Fang Yu moved.

He directly summoned his upper-grade spiritual artifact, Purple Fire Sword, which transformed into a streak of purple flame, striking straight at the Crown Prince of Pink.

"Huh? What? Is there another such expert here? A spiritual artifact flying sword?"

The Crown Prince of Pink's face changed; he instantly raised his hand, and a crimson longsword flew from his body to meet Fang Yu's Purple Fire Sword.

A streak of purple flame and an eerie crimson glow clashed in midair, biting and tearing at each other, unleashing a storm of sword qi.

At that instant, Fang Yu surged forward, closing the distance to the Crown Prince of Pink in an instant; his hand flickered, and another magic treasure appeared.

The Golden Club of Lei Yinsi.

The magic treasure shot skyward, unleashing boundless purple lightning and thunder, instantly engulfing the Crown Prince of Pink.

"No!"