Chapter 436: The Bearded Guest, Li Jing, and Red Flail

Han Diaosi was able to go from a lowly eunuch to the powerful Grand Eunuch who now held the world in his palm; no one knows how much hardship he endured or how many corpses he stepped over to get there.

The number of experts who died at the hands of Han Diaosi is countless, among them no shortage of First Grade Heavenly Phenomenon, and as for Vajra and Finger Profound, there were more than a dozen; every time, he would kill them and peel their skin.

Being called a Great Demon, Han Diaosi is truly deserving of the title.

And among the three Great Demons of the Spring and Autumn, if one says that Huang Sanjia and Xu Xiao destroyed a Spring and Autumn, then his, Han Diaosi's, slaughter, combined with Xu Xiao's trampling of the pugilistic world, together destroyed the pugilistic world.

Wang Xianzhi once said that in the Finger Profound Realm, Deng Taie takes the crown.

Then, the old cat Han Diaosi is the second person of the Finger Profound, skilled at using Finger Profound to kill Heavenly Phenomenon.

And the reason he fought his way to such a fearsome reputation is not merely because of Kou Zhi Duan Chang Sheng, which can sever Heavenly Human Induction.

It is also because his own strength is sufficiently formidable; otherwise, after a Heavenly Phenomenon expert fell into the Finger Profound, how could they be so easily skinned and tortured to death by him?

Han Renmao's martial arts techniques and combat experience are the absolute top-tier in the world.

Upon seeing Dali Wang bound by the fishhook and fishing line, Han Renmao realized the opportunity had arrived. He threw his first punch with full force, heavily wounding Dali Wang.

Strike while the iron is hot; Han Renmao pursued the victory and threw another punch.

This punch utilized his Finger Profound Secret Technique, which could cause the opponent's internal Qi to fall into chaos, so that out of ten parts of strength, they could at most exert seven or eight.

Then, a blur passed before his eyes, and a figure blocked his path, fingers spread, taking his punch lightly and skillfully. It was as if he, the Human Cat who made the pugilistic world tremble at the mere mention of his name, had truly become an old cat.

"You know, when you're old, you should accept being old; why fight for the pugilistic world with us young people?"

The newcomer shook his head slightly and pushed a punch toward Han Shengxuan in a plain and simple manner: "Come, old yin-yang man, take a punch from me and see."

"Danger."

Yet it was just such a punch that caused the alarm bells in Han Renmao's heart to ring wildly, the hair all over his body standing on end like a startled kitten.

He had faced countless enemies in his life, and even "Invincible in the Endgame" Cao Zhangqing had been forced back by him, which shows he is no man of empty reputation.

However, the sense of crisis brought by this punch was even more intense than that of Cao Guanzi back then.

The Finger Profound Realm, seeking longevity by snapping fingers. One of its most important characteristics is anticipating the enemy's moves, knowing the unknown, and sensing danger in the dark.

Under the pressure of the immense crisis, every bone in Han Renmao's body seemed to be crackling, as if he were about to explode every ounce of power within his shell.

Then.

Han Renmao retreated.

He flew back.

He had always trusted his instincts.

In the moment he retreated, he vaguely saw the void where the fist had struck appear to have black cracks, but they vanished in the blink of an eye, making one wonder if their eyes had played tricks on them.

"You don't even dare to take a punch like this; I think you shouldn't be called Han Renmao, Han the Turtle would be more like it."

Yu Liancheng sighed and shook his head. That punch just now contained the power of "Broken" he had realized within the Finger Profound, and its might was no small matter, yet Han Renmao had actually run away.

"He has finally rushed back." Xuanyuan Jingcheng let out a light sigh of relief, his surging Qi gradually calming down. If he wanted to bring out his full strength, he would have to consume his life; now that his family was barely considered harmonious and he had a place to display his talents, he was reluctant to die.

Beside Xuanyuan Jingcheng, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's beautiful eyes were shining brightly; she admired and worshipped the man before her, and her black dress was the proof.

On the other side, the puppet Dali Wang, whose will had been erased by Xuanyuan Dapan, exerted force with both arms, suddenly pulling on the silk threads, and a figure emerged from the sky.

It was a middle-aged man with a plain face and simple Daoist robes, currently hovering at an unknown height in the sky, his robes fluttering; he looked to have a bit of the air of an immortal, but it was a pity that it was completely ruined by his slightly gloomy face. Who else could it be but Zhao Huangchao?

"It's you old immortal again, truly a dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off no matter what."

Yu Liancheng turned his head to look at Zhao Huangchao, then suddenly said in a surprised tone: "But how come you old immortal only have Finger Profound cultivation, and your Qi is scattered? It wouldn't be because I beat you up twice, would it? Look at you, at your age, you don't even know how to cultivate your character. See, you've met with retribution."

"Murong Tonghuang, I want you to die!!"

Zhao Huangchao's eyes widened, and chilling murderous intent shot from his whole body.

The first time he met Yu Liancheng, he was beaten up by the other party with almost no power to fight back, suffering heavy injuries and nearly developing a heart demon.

The second time he went on a spiritual journey Exiting Aperture, attempting to destroy the Residual Soul of Wu Su, he did not expect it to be a trap set by Yu Liancheng; this time he was even more unlucky, falling directly into the Finger Profound Realm.

Of course, even after falling into the Finger Profound, with his century of cultivation, he was still far superior to an ordinary First Grade, and his methods were endless and rare in the world.

Whoosh!

The fishing line and hook that had been wrapped around Dali Wang suddenly scattered and hooked toward Yu Liancheng again.

"Don't be impatient, your opponent is him." Yu Liancheng patted Dali Wang on the shoulder.

Dali Wang shook his arm, the palm wind blowing wildly, pushing away the fishing line and bait. At the same time, he stomped his feet and flew into the sky, killing toward Zhao Huangchao.

A Longhu Finger Profound who had once entered the Land Immortal Realm, battling a puppet Heavenly Phenomenon with a formidable physique but no mind.

"Alright, now it's our turn."

Yu Liancheng turned his head to look at Han Diaosi.

Han Diaosi's face was as heavy as water, but his movements were not slow in the slightest.

He saw the red rope on his arm unfold like a long whip, then suddenly scatter into dozens of strands.

The long whips danced wildly, and as they swirled, it was as if hundreds of red chain snakes were dancing in the air, appearing like living creatures, revealing a cold aura, shrouding Yu Liancheng from head to toe like a net of heaven and earth.

Giving life to inanimate objects has always been a symbol of a Heavenly Phenomenon expert; most of the Sword Immortals of past generations could also make a common sword become spiritual, just like a high monk preaching to make a stubborn stone nod.

Although this Python Robe Grand Eunuch was only Finger Profound, he possessed Heavenly Phenomenon methods. His immersion in the Finger Profound Realm had indeed reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yu Liancheng spread his palm, and three small swords had already appeared in it.

These three small swords each had their own characteristics.

The one on the far right was the largest, with a wider blade; although it was only a small sword, it gave off an ancient and heavy aura, like a knight drinking wildly and singing loudly.

The one in the middle had a longer blade, flashing with a chilling cold light, its aura sharp, like a general who fights ten battles to the end, sweeping away everything in his path.

The sword on the right was the smallest, graceful and delicate, with a feeling of ethereal agility. It was like a girl next door looking back with a smile, and also like an assassin walking in the darkness.

"Red Flail."

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and the small sword on the far right flew out, its speed as fast as lightning, without the slightest sound, the sword momentum attacking the exact point where the dozens of "red chain snakes" were turning.

As the sword light danced, it was as if it were nailing down the seven-inch mark, pinning down all of Han Diaosi's bizarre attacks.

Han Diaosi frowned, his Qi billowing, and those red chains danced even more wildly. The air was whipped until it crackled, almost turning into a paste. The red ropes whipped against the ground from time to time, and the ground exploded instantly, as fragile as tofu.

However, no matter how Han Diaosi urged the red ropes and crimson snakes on his arms to dance wildly across the sky, they were all completely sealed off by that faint glimmer of sword light, rendering his efforts useless.

Some of the red ropes were even severed, falling to the ground with a rustle, leaving only eight or nine tenths remaining.

Han Diaosi let out a cold snort and flicked his arms, causing the red ropes and crimson snakes to bind back into a single strand; driven by True Qi, it struck out like a thunderbolt, and every time the whip cracked, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Although "Red Flail" was agile and versatile, its power was too weak; in an instant, Han Diaosi's whip momentum enveloped Yu Liancheng once again, as if he would be flayed alive in the next moment.

"Li Jing!"

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and that small sword carrying a sharp aura immediately flew out.

Although "Li Jing" was not as agile as Red Flail, its speed was not slow, and it was incomparably sharp; weaving back and forth to pierce and kill, it coordinated with Red Flail, and the two swords combined could be called seamless.

Before long, only five or six tenths of Han Diaosi's red ropes and crimson snakes remained.

"Go!"

Forcing the red ropes and crimson snakes back, Yu Liancheng held up a finger and chanted once more.

"Hongfu Nu" suddenly flew out like a lightning strike, yet it was far more agile than lightning.

"Li Jing" similarly transformed into a glimmer of sword light; though its speed was slightly slower, it flew and writhed like a divine dragon.

The two swords coordinated with each other to form a sword net, with layers upon layers of sword momentum that Han Diaosi's red ropes and crimson snakes could not withstand.

In an instant, the sword light poured down entirely upon the Human Cat.

Han Diaosi twisted his waist and spun his body, his Python Robe fluttering like drifting clouds; he reversed his form, dodging vital points like his brow, throat, and heart in a thousandth of a second.

Yet his Python Robe fluttered and hissed, torn into many gashes by the Sword Qi, and blood flowed, leaving this powerful eunuch who dominated the world in a very sorry state.

"This won't do, this person's Flying Sword Technique is very strong; even if it cannot compare to Deng Taie, it still surpasses my red ropes and crimson snakes..."

Han Diaosi's mind stirred, and he suddenly transformed into an afterimage, pouncing toward the remaining members on Huishan, a cruel and vicious smile appearing on his face: "Even if I, Han Diaosi, die, I will drag them down to be buried with me."

Immediately after, the red ropes and crimson snakes on the Human Cat's arms split into dozens of long snakes again; the long snakes danced wildly, the whips lashed down, and screams rang out incessantly.

Anyone touched by those red ropes and crimson snakes was lucky to only lose an arm or a leg; many were snapped in half with a single pull. Even those wearing soft armor found it shattered as if paper were being cut.

In the short span of two breaths, the area within several zhang centered on Han Diaosi became like a living hell, filled with nothing but minced meat and rivers of blood.

The others dared not linger any longer; watching experts clash would only lead to being caught in the crossfire and paying with their lives.

"You yin-yang person, you are courting death."

Yu Liancheng snorted coldly, his hands behind his back. He tapped his toes and flew toward the Human Cat, while the two small swords, Red Flail and Li Jing, guarded his sides.

A young Huishan Guest Minister brushed past Yu Liancheng, his face filled with terror; he fled in a panic, wishing only that his parents had given him two more legs.

Yet just as the two passed each other, the panicked expression of that Huishan Guest Minister suddenly became calm and composed, faintly carrying a trace of killing intent.

He pressed his hand through the air toward Yu Liancheng.

Boom!!

With this press, an invisible, immense force descended from the sky, as if a massive mountain were heavily suppressing Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng's figure immediately stagnated, and his bones creaked.

The hard ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, continuously collapsing and crumbling downward.

In a moment, his feet had already sunk into the ground.

And two Huishan Guest Ministers who were closer to him were flattened onto the ground, and amidst a series of low screams, they were crushed into a mass of minced meat with a bang.

"Heh, kid, your death date has arrived."

Han Diaosi wore a sneer, as if he had long anticipated this event.

Or rather, all of this had been planned by him and another Land Immortal.

The Human Cat took a step forward and flicked his fingers toward Yu Liancheng from a distance, using his world-renowned Finger Profound Secret Technique; despite the vast distance, it caused the Qi within Yu Liancheng to become chaotic and uncontrollable.

Immediately after, the Human Cat, who had not shown the slightest fatigue since the battle began, gently clapped his hands; the red ropes on his arms began to slither as if they had a spirit, all floating in mid-air, gathering into a line, and beginning to twist and deform, finally transforming into a Red Thread Three-Foot Sword that exuded a sharp and sinister aura.

"Die!!"

Han Diaosi held his fingers upright, guiding the aura; the Red Thread Three-Foot Sword tore through the sky, and a scarlet sword light shot into the sky, emitting an ominous aura.

It was as if wailing, sobbing sounds arose between heaven and earth, so miserable that it made one's scalp tingle. It seemed that if this sword struck, it would stain heaven and earth with blood.

This Red Thread Three-Foot Sword flew before Yu Liancheng in the blink of an eye, completely unaffected by that strange pressure.

Han Diaosi was full of confidence in the Red Thread Three-Foot Sword; no matter how powerful the opponent's physique, their heart would be pierced.

He looked at Yu Liancheng, admiring his opponent's desperate posture.

Once he nailed him to death, he would make him into a Rune General Red Armor to be driven day and night; how delightful that would be.

However, Han Diaosi suddenly discovered something.

Yu Liancheng did not have the slightest look of panic, as if everything were well within his grasp, which caused a trace of an ominous premonition to arise in his heart.

Then, he saw the other party flick his finger, and that widest, heaviest small sword flew out.

Although it was affected by the pressure and its speed was not fast, it happened to intercept the Red Thread Three-Foot Sword.

Ding!

The tips of the two swords clashed together, and the Sword Qi leaked out like a tidal wave.

Han Diaosi's face turned pale in a flash; his aura was linked with the Red Thread Three-Foot Sword.

If one was damaged, both were damaged; if one prospered, both prospered.

He had thought he could break the opponent's small sword in one go, but he suddenly discovered that what was opposite him was not a small sword, but an ancient, heavy mountain, carrying millions of jin of immense force, "slowly" pushing over with an unstoppable momentum.

The Red Thread Three-Foot Sword was pushed back bit by bit, even bending, and no matter how much Han Diaosi poured his True Qi into it, he could not stop it at all.

Snap!

After bending to the extreme, like a longbow, the Red Thread Three-Foot Sword completely collapsed, turning into a mass of scattered red threads that drifted to the ground.

And this sword named "Qiu Ran Ke" stabbed toward Han Diaosi.

Although the small sword's speed changed quite a bit after jumping out of that strange pressure range, with Han Diaosi's speed, he could easily dodge it.

But just at this moment, "Li Jing" flew out across the sky, its edge flashing, blocking his path and forcing him to face the attack of Qiu Ran Ke directly.

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PS: I had something come up the day before yesterday and forgot to ask for leave. I will continue to update normally at other times; I won't be abandoning this story, and I am currently preparing to release twenty thousand words for the 515 event.