With a “pfft” sound,
Several purple-gold bands shimmered across the surface of the demonized giant ape. The absorbed spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged like a tide into the massive blade in its hands.
A row of silver runes on the blade flashed brightly, and a hundred-zhang-long green sword beam unfurled from it. In the next instant, it blurred and vanished like a crescent moon.
“An Xuantian Treasure—it’s an artifact of the Xuantian!”
The giant transformed by the Sinister King of the Underworld sensed the law fluctuations emanating from the dark green blade and was instantly shocked. He hurriedly formed hand seals, preparing to evade with some secret technique.
But it was already too late.
The next moment, the space above the giant rippled, and a green crescent moon emerged amidst a myriad of radiant lights. With a single rotation, an overwhelming force of law descended first.
The Sinister King felt the surrounding space tighten abruptly. His limbs and body grew cold as the power of the law immobilized him completely, as if crushed beneath an enormous iceberg. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t move an inch.
The might of the fully activated Xuantian Slaying Spirit Sword far exceeded the Sinister King’s expectations.
The law power of other Xuantian Treasures he had encountered before paled in comparison to what he faced now.
“No! I admit defeat in this battle. Lift the restrictions!” The giant roared in panic. The two-layered light barrier enveloping the mountain instantly dissipated.
Yet, the green crescent moon paid no heed. Still glowing with verdant radiance, it pressed down relentlessly.
“Thousand Ghosts’ Power—Explode!”
After failing to escape the law’s suppression with several secret techniques, the Sinister King, in desperation, made a ruthless decision.
In an instant, the thousand ghostly faces covering his body turned blood-red and exploded in a series of deafening blasts.
A crimson mist surged outward, neutralizing a significant portion of the surrounding law power.
Simultaneously, the giant shrank rapidly to normal human size, like a deflating balloon, and with a “whoosh,” he broke free from the law’s restraint and shot into the sky.
Seeing this, the distant giant ape snorted coldly. The dark green blade in its hand trembled and slashed horizontally with lightning speed.
Though the slash appeared ordinary, the front half of the blade blurred and vanished mid-swing.
At the same time, as the Sinister King, now a streak of bloody flame, flashed past the green crescent moon, a blinding green light erupted in the void beside him. A semi-transparent blade flickered and sliced through his waist, cleaving him in two.
The protective bloody flames around the Sinister King proved utterly useless against the phantom blade.
With a scream, the Sinister King, though shocked, remained composed. Without hesitation, he formed a single-handed seal, and his lower half exploded into a bloody mist.
His upper body, wrapped in the mist, vanished with a loud bang.
Han Li, in the form of the giant ape, smirked and pointed a finger toward the void.
With a “boom,” the green crescent moon spun and exploded.
Countless dark green threads shot toward where the bloody mist had disappeared, piercing through the void before vanishing mysteriously.
The nearby space trembled violently, and the Sinister King’s half-body reappeared like a tattered rag, riddled with holes, with much of it missing.
Despite this, he wasn’t dead yet. Without hesitation, he summoned several eerie, yin-infused treasures from his ruined body, shielding himself before darting toward another mountain peak.
But Han Li, having unleashed the Xuantian Slaying Spirit Sword, had no intention of letting his foe escape.
As the Sinister King fled under the protection of his treasures, a golden light flashed ahead, and the several-hundred-zhang-tall demonized ape silently materialized. A golden palm the size of the sky smashed down.
With an earth-shaking crash, the Sinister King’s defensive treasures and his mutilated body were obliterated effortlessly.
Two wisps of black smoke shot out from the mangled remains, fleeing in opposite directions.
The giant ape frowned and flicked a finger toward one of the black wisps.
A cyan sword beam flashed, slicing the hidden entity—a creature resembling a monkey yet not—in half.
Golden lightning erupted from the sword beam, reducing the emaciated monster to ashes.
Without the Sinister King’s mana support, this so-called “second primordial spirit” proved unexpectedly fragile, unable to regenerate as before.
The other black wisp tried to escape, but crystalline light flashed on either side of it. A mournful cry echoed as a bull-headed, snake-bodied monster emerged, only to disintegrate into countless black tendrils and ghostly wails.
A golden figure appeared above the black smoke, raising its hands to unleash a storm of invisible sword energy, cleansing all traces of the ghostly aura within moments.
Thus, the Sinister King, one of the Ten Kings of the Underworld, was truly slain in this battle.
Meanwhile, in another world, within a pitch-black hall buried ten thousand zhang underground, one of ten stone coffins suddenly burst open. A shadowy figure rose, roaring in fury:
“Who dares destroy my true form?! If I ever find you, I’ll flay you alive and imprison your soul beneath the Sea of Yin for eternity!”
With that, the shadow flew out of the coffin and vanished through the hall’s entrance.
Han Li, now back to normal size, held a fist-sized blood-red orb wreathed in black mist, its surface covered in countless tiny black dots.
To the naked eye, these dots were ordinary, but magnified a hundredfold, they revealed countless twisted ghostly faces.
“Interesting. This is worth studying.”
Smiling faintly, Han Li pocketed the orb—extracted from the Sinister King’s shattered soul—with a flick of his wrist.
He then surveyed the nearby peaks.
Apart from the one beneath him, the others remained sealed under light barriers.
Clearly, he was the first to finish his battle; the other four fights were still raging.
After a moment’s thought, Han Li glanced at the central peak before darting toward the leftmost mountain.
If he recalled correctly, this was Wen Xinfeng’s chosen battlefield. With his help, dealing with the other Underworld King there shouldn’t be difficult.
After several flashes, he appeared above the light barrier. With one hand, he summoned a miniature black mountain, hurling it down as a massive shadow. With the other, he formed a seal and unleashed a hundred-zhang-long cyan sword beam.
The golden figure beside him silently unleashed a barrage of invisible sword energy.
The dual-layered barrier, though formidable, couldn’t withstand Han Li and the Gold Devouring Beetle King’s combined assault.
Within moments, the barriers shattered, revealing the chaotic battle below.
Han Li focused his gaze. The mountain was split into two fierce battlefields.
In one, the once-adorable flying marten had grown to a thousand zhang, locked in combat with a twin-headed giant lizard of equal size.
The marten’s wings flapped incessantly, wreathed in silver lightning. The lizard’s red and black heads spewed flames and black mist respectively.
Both were thick-skinned, alternately grappling and attacking from a distance with their elemental powers, locked in a stalemate.
The other battlefield was far stranger.
On one side, Wen Xinfeng sat serenely amidst a grove of green bamboo, clad in a faintly glowing five-colored robe, a milky-white array disk floating above her head, releasing silver runes.
Hundreds of zhang away, a vast sea of blood churned, centered around a black lotus throne where a blood-drenched human skeleton sat.
The skeleton, still flecked with flesh, held a strange seal in one hand and a blood-red alms bowl in the other. Behind its skull floated a golden halo the size of a mu, flickering with golden flames.
Oddly, like Wen Xinfeng, the skeleton remained motionless, protected by its treasures and secret arts.
Han Li’s eyes narrowed, blue light flashing in their depths as he scanned the void between the skeleton and Wen Xinfeng.
Through his spirit eyes, the seemingly empty space revealed itself as two overlapping realms—one of life, the other of annihilation.
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