“These two short halberds were obtained from a human Nascent Soul cultivator he had slain in the past, imbued with several extraordinary abilities. Yet now, before they could even be activated, they were effortlessly seized by that unremarkable little cauldron—almost as if it required no effort at all.”
Feng Xi felt a chill run down his spine.
Only now did he truly separate Han Li from the Core Formation cultivator who had once fled for his life under his pursuit.
“Be careful, Fellow Daoist Feng. This cauldron might be the legendary Void Heaven Cauldron among humans. It would be best if we attack together.” After his failed strike, the Golden Flood Dragon King did not recklessly press forward. Instead, he summoned his golden spear back and warned Feng Xi.
“The Void Heaven Cauldron?! Fine, I’ll follow your suggestion. As long as we kill this man, I won’t claim the cauldron—I only want my Wind and Thunder Wings back.” Feng Xi’s heart skipped a beat, a mix of realization and humiliation flashing through him before he spoke with a vicious tone.
“Good, it’s settled then.” The Golden Flood Dragon King let out a wild laugh, his golden armor blazing with light, the dazzling radiance like a rising golden sun, too bright to look at directly.
Clearly, this was a sign of the demon pushing his magic power to its limits.
At that moment, something unbelievable happened.
With a long roar, two golden-scaled arms sprouted from the Golden Flood Dragon King’s sides.
One hand grasped a three-foot-long white sword, while the other held a small golden shield covered in coin-sized scales, as if forged from his own.
His remaining free hand formed a seal, seemingly preparing some secret technique.
Han Li narrowed his eyes, the words “True Devilish Scripture” flashing through his mind. Recalling the existence of ancient demons, his expression darkened.
Meanwhile, Feng Xi tore off his robe, revealing his bare upper body. His back bulged grotesquely before two wings unfurled—each over ten feet long, vividly emerald.
Simultaneously, his face turned ashen, his hands transforming into razor-sharp claws gleaming with a chilling light.
He had assumed his half-demon form!
“It seems you two intend to gang up on me. Very well, don’t blame me for calling in some help of my own.” Han Li’s lips twitched into a faint smile.
Before the Golden Flood Dragon King and Feng Xi could react, eerie howls echoed from the distant sky, as if something was rapidly approaching. At the same time, twelve streaks of white mist shot up from the barren island below, carrying indistinct figures toward them.
“Attack now! Kill him before his reinforcements arrive!” The Golden Flood Dragon King roared, his face fierce.
He ceased his hand seals and spat out a thick golden beam. His three arms brandished their weapons as he lunged at Han Li, leaving afterimages in his wake.
Feng Xi, not daring to delay, spread his wings and blurred into a faint green shadow, charging forward with the wind.
Han Li remained calm. With a flick of his wrist, an emerald ruler materialized in his palm, spinning rapidly.
The silver lotus before him flared, enveloping him completely.
His other hand summoned a three-colored feather fan, which he swung toward the incoming golden beam.
A three-colored pillar of fire erupted, colliding with the golden beam before the silver lotus.
With a muffled *puff*, the golden beam—despite being condensed from the Golden Flood Dragon King’s purest demonic power—was swallowed by the flames.
Startled but undeterred, the Golden Flood Dragon King hurled his golden shield, forming a dense barrier. His other arms lashed out, white sword beams and golden spear rays raining down like a storm upon the three-colored flames.
Strangely, neither the spear nor the sword seemed affected by the flames’ heat, their combined assault suppressing the fiery explosion.
Han Li was surprised but had no time to dwell on it—Feng Xi had already circled around, appearing beside him in a blur.
With a flap of his wings, countless emerald feathers shot forth like arrows, while his claws unleashed a barrage of slicing arcs, engulfing Han Li in a deadly assault.
Yet Han Li merely glanced at the attack indifferently before spitting out several golden streaks.
The feathers and claw strikes crashed against the silver lotus, only to vanish without effect as the lotus spun effortlessly.
Feng Xi’s face twisted in shock as the golden streaks—now revealed as inch-long flying swords—flashed before him.
Instinctively, his wings flapped, and his body blurred away.
The swords pierced through, but only an afterimage remained.
He reappeared twenty yards away, slightly pale from the exertion.
Han Li frowned. This demon was also proficient in wind escape techniques. It would take more effort to eliminate him.
With a mental command, the golden swords lengthened to a foot and pursued Feng Xi relentlessly.
Feng Xi snarled, his claws slashing the air.
Two massive green claws materialized, snatching at the swords.
He grinned, activating a secret technique to crush them—but the swords remained unscathed.
Before he could react, the swords wriggled free, slicing the claws apart before turning back toward him.
Panicked, Feng Xi spat out a jade bowl, which unfurled into a green curtain to intercept the swords.
Yet with a few sharp *clangs*, the swords tore through effortlessly.
Feng Xi’s face paled. He dared not stay, darting away as the swords gave chase.
Meanwhile, the Golden Flood Dragon King had closed in on Han Li, his weapons hammering the silver lotus relentlessly.
Yet Han Li merely flicked his emerald ruler, and the lotus—despite wavering—reformed instantly under flashes of seven-colored Buddhist light.
Feng Xi’s eyes darted nervously. Perhaps it was time to flee. Han Li’s power far exceeded his expectations.
But just as he hesitated, his movement froze.
Dozens of snow-white centipedes—each several feet long, with four crystalline wings—had encircled him.
“Six-Winged Frost Centipedes?!” Feng Xi gasped, his face twisting in horror.
At the same time, the Golden Flood Dragon King abruptly ceased his assault, transforming into a golden streak to flee.
From within the lotus, Han Li’s voice rang out calmly:
“Trying to leave now? Too late.”
Ten crimson threads shot forth, wrapping around the fleeing demon before erupting into blazing chains, engulfing him in flames.
Above, a gray-white demonic wind howled, disgorging five ghostly heads—each the size of a wagon wheel, with fanged, ghastly faces. They plunged into the inferno, unbothered by the flames.
The Golden Flood Dragon King’s terrified screams echoed, filled with unimaginable horror.
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