Chapter 1212

At the edge of the Black Wind Desert, in the valley where Han Wuxian had set up a concealment formation, the atmosphere was solemn and busy.

Wang Tie was fully focused on administering acupuncture and medicine to the rescued Profound Heaven Sect Elder Zhao Qian and several disciples with the most severe injuries. Xiao Ran and Qing Lin stood guard beside him, while also vigilantly monitoring outside movements. Han Wuxian stood alone on a huge rock at the valley entrance, his eyes slightly closed, his divine sense like an invisible radar, meticulously scanning the area within a radius of several hundred li; any trace of spatial fluctuation or energy disturbance could not escape his perception.

Suddenly, his tightly shut eyes snapped open, a flash of sharp light crossing his gaze.

"Come." His calm voice reached the ears of the three people in the valley.

Almost as his words fell, the sky to the valley's southeast, where the originally raging black wind had been, was parted by an invisible force; three streams of light radiating powerful aura shot toward it at astonishing speed, their energy fluctuations unmistakably late-stage Void Refining. They were not blindly searching; their target was clear, straight for this hidden valley!

"Indeed, we've been found!" Xiao Ran gripped the sword hilt, battle intent rising in their eyes.

The Qinglin long spear swept sideways, verdant life-force power gathering, ready to erupt.

Wang Tie sped up his hand movements, sweat appearing on his forehead.

Han Wuxian flickered, appearing above the valley, hands clasped behind his back, calmly watching the three streams of light rapidly expanding. Their tracking speed exceeded his expectations, indicating that the Gloomshadow Pavilion's control over this region is extremely strong, or perhaps Yan Buji possesses some unknown tracking method.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three streams of light abruptly halted a thousand zhang outside the valley, revealing their figures.

The central figure wore a scarlet robe, his features eerily handsome, holding a blood-red feather fan, his gaze shifting with a captivating charm that could ensnare hearts; he is the Gloomshadow Pavilion's Blood Charm Venerable, skilled at manipulating desire, killing invisibly.

On the left, a hulking figure like an iron tower, his skin dark gold, bearing a door‑sized giant axe, his aura fierce and brutal—this is the Gold Fiend Devil Lord, who cultivates demonic body arts, possessing boundless strength.

On the right, a figure shrouded in a large black robe, his face unseen, only a pair of deathly pale hands devoid of blood exposed, their fingertips wrapped in wisps of black qi, his aura cold and eerie—this is the Yin Bone Old Man, versed in curses and poisons.

These three are all late-stage Void Refining Elders of the Gloomshadow Pavilion, infamous for their ferocity, their strength far surpassing the left and right protectors we encountered before; clearly they are an elite strike team sent by Yan Buji!

"Tsk tsk, to hide here and even destroy an important stronghold of my pavilion—you really have some skill." The Blood Charm Venerable lightly waved her feather fan, her voice carrying a strange magnetism, yet her eyes locked onto Han Wuxian like a venomous snake: "Are you that mysterious expert? Report your name; I do not kill the nameless."

Han Wuxian's gaze was indifferent: "Those about to die need not be asked further."

"Arrogant!" the Gold Fiend Devil Lord roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the valley with a humming resonance: "Boy, if you're sensible, hand over those ants below, then abolish your cultivation and follow us to see the Holy Lord—you might yet keep a whole corpse!"

The Yin Bone Old Man let out a grating, teeth‑aching dry laugh, saying nothing, but the black‑qi‑wrapped fingertips had silently taken aim at Han Wuxian, an invisible toxic curse power already activated.

Han Wuxian felt a cold, toxic power trying to erode his primordial spirit and fortune, but his Chaos Return to the Void qi stirred slightly, silently annihilating that curse. His gaze toward the Yin Bone Old Man gained a hint of coldness.

"Let's go together, save time."

His plain words thoroughly enraged the three fiends.

"Courting death!" the Gold Fiend Devil Lord, unable to restrain himself, lifted his giant axe, its terrifying power capable of rending heaven and earth transforming into a hundred‑zhang‑long golden axe‑light, slashing down toward Han Wuxian! Before the axe‑light even arrived, its violent force had already gouged a deep trench in the sand below.

The Blood Charm Venerable struck at the same time, lightly waving her feather fan; a pink mist spread, not poisonous but a Blissful Red Dust Haze that stirs inner demons and amplifies inner desires—once inhaled, one falls into one's own desire‑filled illusion, at the mercy of others.

The Yin Bone Old Man was even more insidious, forming seals with both hands; countless soul‑eroding bone needles, as fine as cow hair and invisible to the naked eye, shot forth like a rainstorm, silently aiming at Han Wuxian's major acupoints, specifically to shatter his protective gang qi and wound his primordial spirit at its root.

The three late‑stage Void Refining fiends attacked with full force, showing no mercy, clearly intending to eliminate Han Wuxian, the greatest threat, in an instant with thunderous might.

Faced with this heaven‑covering, earth‑obscuring assault, Han Wuxian finally moved.

He did not choose to clash head‑on with the mighty golden axe‑light, nor did he heed the spreading pink miasma; instead, his form flickered like a ghost, seeming to merge with space, instantly appearing beside the Yin Bone Old Man.

Capture the thief, first capture the king? No, it is to eliminate the most insidious threat!

"What?!" the Yin Bone Old Man blanched in shock; he hadn't even seen how Han Wuxian broke through the axe‑light and miasma to get close! In his panic, his surrounding black qi surged, forming a ferocious ghost‑head shield before him, while he hastily retreated.

However, Han Wuxian's speed was even greater!

Fingers together like a sword, the tips gathered the hazy Chaos Return to the Void qi to the extreme, and he lightly slashed at the ghost‑head shield.

Sssh!

The ghost-head shield, capable of blocking a full-force strike from a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, was split open as silently as a hot knife through butter! The sword-finger's momentum undiminished, it pointed at the Yin Bone Old Man's brow!

"No!" the Yin Bone Old Man cried out in despair, desperately activating his protective demonic art, yet he felt all his defenses were as useless as paper before that gray, misty sword-finger!

Pfft!

The fingertip pierced his forehead without any obstruction.

The Yin Bone Old Man's body stiffened, the light in his eyes instantly dimming, the black aura swirling around him dissipating rapidly as if its source had been cut off. Even his primordial spirit had no chance to escape; beneath that single finger, both flesh and spirit were utterly annihilated!

In a single exchange, the curse master among the three late-stage Void Refinement fiends, the Yin Bone Old Man, was instantly slain!

The vicious smiles on the faces of the Blood Fiend Venerable and the Golden Slaughter Demon Lord, who had been preparing to watch the show, froze instantly, turning into utter disbelief!

They didn't even see clearly how their companion died!

"What... what kind of monster are you?!" the Golden Slaughter Demon Lord exclaimed, both shocked and angry, his massive axe nearly slipping from his grasp.

The Blood Fiend Venerable turned ashen-faced; the Extreme Bliss Red Dust Haze seemed utterly ineffective against Han Wuxian!

Han Wuxian slowly turned, his gaze calm as he looked at the remaining two, as if he had merely done something trivial.

"Your turn."