The black-robed man reappeared in his original spot, enveloped in a golden light. At first glance, he seemed unharmed, but upon closer inspection, a few inconspicuous bloodstains—no larger than a thumb—could be seen on one of his sleeves. Against the black fabric, they were barely noticeable.
However, the cultivators present were all at least at the Nascent Soul stage or higher. How could they overlook the bloodstains on the black-robed man’s sleeve?
Immediately, hushed whispers rose from the crowd below.
Many wore expressions of shock and disbelief.
The two early-stage Body Integration cultivators from the Feng family exchanged glances, their faces darkening.
In contrast, Fairy Xiaofeng and Elder Xiao couldn’t help but reveal looks of pleasant surprise.
Han Li, hovering in the air, made no further moves. He simply stood atop the faintly glowing green mountain beneath his feet, gazing calmly at his opponent below.
Yet, the fluctuating green light of the mountain hinted that it could transform into countless sword energies at any moment, ready to strike again.
“This isn’t Magnetic Divine Light—it must be the Taiyi Glow! Colorless, formless, and incomparably sharp. Even my protective treasure couldn’t fully block it. Truly as terrifying as the rumors say.”
The black-robed man suddenly raised an arm, revealing a green hand from his sleeve. Its surface was stained with blood, riddled with tiny holes from the sword energy.
“Brother Hui’s abilities are also extraordinary. To withstand the Taiyi Glow with your bare flesh—your hand’s resilience must rival that of a defensive spirit treasure,” Han Li remarked with a faint smile.
The black-robed man chuckled coldly. “This hand of mine is just slightly special. But since I’ve revealed it, I suppose I’ll have to use some of my hidden techniques to truly test Brother Han’s skills.”
With a flash of spiritual light, the blood holes on his hand mysteriously healed.
At the same time, he took a deep breath, and a layer of black mist shimmered over his skin. Countless black patterns emerged, writhing across his limbs and face as if alive.
From a distance, he looked like a demon, his aura turning eerily sinister.
Han Li watched with interest, then reached out and summoned a silver ruler into his hand.
But just then, the Long Family Patriarch outside the barrier suddenly spoke, his voice sharp. “Elder Hui, I helped you cultivate this technique—not for sparring. Since you can’t easily defeat Brother Han, let me take over. Step down.”
With a thunderous crack, the Long Family Patriarch transformed into a silver lightning arc, appearing beside the black-robed man in an instant.
The black-robed man, who had just begun to show a ferocious expression, stiffened. Meeting the Patriarch’s cold gaze, he reluctantly nodded. “Brother Long, I know my limits. But since you wish to take the stage, I’ll yield Brother Han to you.”
With a hand seal, the black patterns on his body faded before vanishing entirely. He shot Han Li one last glance, then turned into a black mist and flew out of the barrier.
“Brother Long, you’re taking action personally? I’m truly honored,” Han Li said, smiling as the Patriarch’s gaze settled on him.
“I’m at the late-stage Body Integration, while you’ve only recently advanced. To avoid accusations of bullying, if you can withstand three moves from me, I’ll concede defeat immediately,” the Patriarch declared coldly.
“Three moves? Very well, I’ll take that challenge,” Han Li replied, his lips curling slightly.
The crowd below erupted in murmurs.
Han Li had already demonstrated power rivaling mid-stage Body Integration cultivators, astonishing many. Now, with the late-stage Patriarch setting a three-move limit, excitement surged.
For these ordinary True Spirit Family disciples, witnessing the Patriarch’s abilities firsthand was a rare opportunity.
“First move!”
Without hesitation, the Patriarch raised a hand and clenched it toward Han Li.
The sky darkened as a massive golden hand, covered in five-colored runes and emitting a sacred hum, materialized above Han Li and descended.
Before it even landed, the air around Han Li solidified like steel, immobilizing him.
A flash of light in Han Li’s eyes summoned a black mountain above him. A gray radiance swept down, freeing him. He raised a jade-like hand and unleashed a five-colored flame, forming a crystalline hand that met the golden claw.
**Boom!**
The golden claw shattered the five-colored hand effortlessly. But Han Li remained calm, flicking a finger. The remnants of his attack transformed into five-colored frost, encasing the claw in ice.
The Patriarch’s eyes twitched. “Second move!”
A dragon’s roar erupted as a golden dragon phantom burst from his head, merging with his body. His skin sprouted golden scales, and a horn grew from his forehead—transforming into a half-dragon state.
With a thunderous step, he vanished, reappearing above Han Li. His scaled hand descended with crushing force.
Han Li’s pupils contracted. The palm seemed to encompass the entire arena, leaving no escape.
Reacting instantly, he sent his black mountain upward while a golden, three-headed, six-armed apparition emerged behind him, launching a flurry of punches.
At the same time, Han Li swung his silver ruler, unleashing countless silver projections.
The sky erupted in explosions as golden fists and silver rulers clashed.
But then—
A deafening **boom** shattered all resistance.
The golden hand reappeared inches from Han Li’s head.
Yet, at the last moment, a green fist materialized, deflecting the attack.
Seizing the chance, Han Li teleported away, reappearing a dozen yards distant.
His gaze was calm as water.
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