Even more bizarrely, the blood that fell onto the giant’s skin instantly blurred and transformed into vivid crimson patterns, spreading across his entire body.
From a distance, the giant appeared as though he had donned a robe of blood-red talismans, an utterly eerie sight.
Upon witnessing this, the silver-haired elder’s expression darkened considerably. However, the giant paid him no heed, instead flashing a savage grin at Han Li before pointing at him and making an extremely provocative gesture.
Seeing this, Han Li knew that a battle with this man was unavoidable. He calmly addressed the silver-haired elder and the other man, “As we agreed earlier, I’ll handle this one. But before dealing with this demon, you must lure his blood avatar far away. I don’t want any unforeseen complications during the fight.”
Without waiting for their response, the nearby green sword lotus spun swiftly, and Han Li vanished in a flash of sharp sword light.
The next moment, a green glow flickered dozens of feet in front of the giant, and Han Li reappeared in midair, his expression impassive.
The demonic giant’s eyes gleamed with malice, and without hesitation, he swung his spiked club toward Han Li from a distance.
*Whoosh!*
The emerald demonic flames on the club surged violently, instantly forming a towering wall of fire over a dozen feet high, roaring toward Han Li with overwhelming force.
At the same time, the giant clenched his other hand into a fist and casually threw a punch into the void toward Han Li.
The motion was silent, as if devoid of any power.
Han Li’s expression darkened. The green sword lotus before him emitted a clear chime, conjuring layers of azure sword shadows to meet the wall of flames. Simultaneously, a golden flash shot from his sleeve as he threw a punch of his own.
His fist gleamed like burnished gold, faint golden runes swirling across its surface—a sign that his Vajra Devilish Arts were nearing perfection.
The moment the green sword shadows clashed with the wall of flames, a cacophony of crackling erupted. Azure light and emerald flames intertwined, exploding in dazzling bursts like countless fireworks.
Meanwhile, in the void beside the fiery wall and sword shadows, a deafening explosion resounded.
A surge of green wind and a golden fist shadow appeared without warning, colliding violently and forming a towering cyclone that roared into the sky before spreading outward in all directions.
The gale shook the void, and the heavens seemed to tremble.
Both Han Li and the demonic giant staggered backward several steps through the air.
Far from being alarmed, the giant grew even more exhilarated. With a roar, he hurled his spiked club into the air, rapidly forming hand seals and chanting incantations before pointing upward.
*Boom!*
The demonic flames on the club flared several times brighter, coalescing into eight emerald fire dragons that lunged toward Han Li, their fangs bared and claws outstretched.
Each dragon was over thirty feet long, with purple horns and mouths spewing emerald flames. Their forms were so lifelike they appeared almost tangible, exuding an aura of sheer ferocity.
Han Li’s eyes flashed with sharp focus. With a thought, the layers of green sword shadows converged overhead, instantly forming a colossal sword radiating cold light. It slashed downward with a thunderous roar, countless golden lightning arcs surging from its massive blade.
Despite their fearsome appearance, the eight fire dragons were cleaved in two by the sword’s edge, their remnants disintegrating under the barrage of golden lightning.
The giant green sword then vanished into thin air.
At the same time, a spatial ripple appeared above the giant’s head, and the massive sword descended with a deafening crash, aiming to split him in two.
The hundred-foot-long green sword, wreathed in golden lightning, unleashed an invisible, razor-sharp sword aura even before it struck.
The demonic giant’s expression darkened. Suddenly, blood-red light erupted from one of his arms as he punched upward.
*Boom!*
A crimson sun burst into existence midair, its radiance blinding. The green sword light let out a mournful cry before disintegrating into ashes within the bloody glow, as though the light possessed some unfathomable power.
Han Li narrowed his eyes. Both his hands reached into the void, glowing with azure light as two green sword shadows materialized. Merging into one, they formed another massive green sword.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword split into seventy-two smaller blades, swirling around him once more.
The demonic giant sneered. The blinding red light on his arm faded, revealing a bizarre crimson gauntlet encasing his entire limb.
The gauntlet bore intricate patterns identical to the blood-red markings on his arm, as though it had been forged from them.
Despite its unassuming appearance, this gauntlet had effortlessly shattered Han Li’s sword light—a fact that unsettled him.
The giant shook his head before pointing forward again. The emerald demonic flames churned, morphing into the illusion of an eight-headed flood dragon so vast it blotted out the sky. It lunged toward Han Li with terrifying speed.
The world darkened as the dragon’s eight heads loomed before Han Li, their foul breath washing over him as if they would tear him apart in the next instant.
Faced with this ferocious assault, Han Li remained expressionless, not even twitching a limb. Yet, a golden pillar of light erupted from his back, within which a three-headed, six-armed figure faintly appeared.
As the figure’s six arms moved, a storm of golden fist shadows surged forth.
Though the dragon illusion was colossal, the golden fists seemed indestructible. Amidst a flurry of sonic booms, the dragon was shredded into fragments before dissipating with a muffled explosion.
The golden light receded, and the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form solidified into a golden, crystalline entity, hovering above Han Li.
Its six golden eyes stared emotionlessly at the giant.
“Oh? A golden Dharma Form, and one that seems related to our sacred race’s secret arts. Excellent! I won’t be disappointed this time. It seems I can truly indulge myself,” the demonic giant muttered, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
*Boom!*
Black demonic energy erupted from his body, enveloping him completely. The crimson patterns on his skin glowed brightly within the miasma.
When the darkness dispersed, the giant stood clad in a blood-red armor adorned with intricate designs.
With a maniacal laugh, he slammed his fists together, summoning a ten-foot-tall demonic avatar behind him.
A thunderous roar echoed as a gale swept through, and the giant vanished into the wind.
Han Li’s pupils contracted. With a crack of thunder, a pair of crystalline wings unfurled from his back.
A single flap sent countless silver arcs scattering as he and his golden Dharma Form disappeared.
The next moment, the sky erupted with the sounds of wind and thunder. Two figures—one wreathed in lightning, the other shrouded in demonic energy—collided midair, engaging in a fierce battle.
Both were masters of body and magic, confident in their physical prowess. The void trembled as cyclones formed, their roars punctuated by deafening impacts.
Han Li and the giant exchanged blows, occasionally summoning treasures or unleashing divine abilities, locked in a stalemate.
Watching from the protective barrier, the silver-haired elder and Golden Zen Master were both awed and elated.
Though they had already held Han Li in high regard, they never imagined he could match the demonic giant blow for blow.
In stark contrast, the blood avatar’s expression soured further. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he raised a hand, preparing to unleash something.
But at that moment, a hazy white formation materialized beneath his feet. With a spin, spatial fluctuations rippled outward.
“Damn it!”
The blood avatar, whose knowledge and experience were largely inherited from his Mahayana-stage true body, paled. He attempted to teleport away, but it was too late.
The space around him twisted slightly, and his surroundings abruptly changed. He now stood in a strange realm veiled in pale mist.
Before him stood the silver-haired elder and Golden Zen Master, their expressions grave.
“Hmph. Two defeated weaklings still dare to obstruct me? Fine. I’ll deal with you first, then that Han brat,” the blood-robed youth sneered, his once-delicate features now twisted with malice.
“Master, it seems we must stake our lives here. There’s no point holding back any longer—it’s either him or us,” the silver-haired elder said calmly, turning to the monk.
“Indeed. This old monk will sacrifice his bones before letting this demon escape,” Golden Zen Master declared, his face resolute.
“Good! With those words, I’m reassured,” the elder laughed. With a flip of his hand, he revealed two treasures—one a fan woven from seven-colored feathers, the other a set of five interlinked silver rings.
“The Seven Flames Fan and the Unity Rings! So these spiritual treasures ended up in your hands. Brother Gu, you’ve kept this well hidden,” the monk exclaimed in delight.
The old monk slapped his kasaya, and countless Sanskrit characters surged forth, materializing eighteen golden Buddha figures amidst the glowing script.
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage