“You don’t know about the Bottle Spirit? Hmph, it seems you likely have little connection to that traitor. That’s just as well—recovering the shell of this bottle is an unexpected boon. As for the Bottle Spirit, a mere lower realm being like you has no right to know of it. Once I capture you and search your soul, I’ll send you straight to the underworld.” Ma Liang’s expression darkened for a moment before he finally let out a cold laugh.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark green vial in his hand vanished in a flash, while the blood-red seal in his other hand was abruptly hurled forward.
With a series of muffled *pfft* sounds, the blood seal disappeared into thin air, only for eight blood rivers to descend from the sky. With a rolling motion, they transformed into eight five-clawed blood dragons, charging ferociously toward Han Li.
In the eyes of this true immortal, eight blood dragons, each comparable to a Mahayana cultivator, were more than enough to deal with Han Li and his companion.
Crab Daoist’s eyes flashed with silver lightning as he rolled on the spot, transforming into a massive golden crab amidst a thunderclap. With a fierce swing of its two enormous pincers, it hurled two house-sized thunderballs straight at two of the blood dragons. In a flash, it then turned into a bolt of lightning and charged forward.
Amidst roars and thunderous clashes, the golden crab immediately engaged two of the blood dragons in battle.
Han Li took a deep breath, pressed the green bottle against his chest, and it vanished. The surrounding sea of green swords buzzed to life, countless sword lights intertwining and flashing before coalescing into a vast sword formation spanning a hundred acres.
With a single finger pointed at the formation, a mass of green light surged from its center, expanding wildly.
A long dragon’s roar echoed as a several-hundred-zhang-long azure dragon burst forth from the green light. Its emerald-green body shimmered with cold light as it shook its head and lashed its tail. The moment it appeared, it bared its claws and charged at the nearest blood dragon.
The blood dragon reacted instantly, opening its maw to spew a blood-red beam that struck the coiled dragon’s massive body with pinpoint accuracy. Yet, with a flash of cold light and a surge of sword energy, the beam was sliced apart, leaving not a single mark on the dragon’s scales.
Seeing this from afar, Ma Liang’s expression flickered slightly. But before he could form a coherent thought, the azure coiled dragon let out another roar and tangled with the blood dragon. The void around them erupted with bloody mist and crisscrossing sword energy. Within moments, the blood dragon was torn to shreds by the azure dragon. However, the other five blood dragons seized the opportunity to charge in, unleashing a barrage of blood-based spells.
The azure coiled dragon showed no fear, swinging its massive head as its scales released countless sword lights to meet the onslaught. Meanwhile, the shredded blood dragon reformed from the surrounding mist and lunged back into the fray.
Though the azure dragon fought valiantly, holding its own against five opponents, it soon bore countless wounds. After tearing apart another blood dragon in a desperate struggle, it finally exploded into crystalline shards under the pressure of countless blood-red beams.
The remaining blood dragons rejoiced, turning to dive toward Han Li. Yet, Han Li remained expressionless, forming a single-handed seal. The green sword formation before him blurred and vanished without a trace.
The next moment, the sound of clashing swords erupted beneath the blood dragons as the green formation reappeared. With a dragon’s roar from its center, another azure coiled dragon surged forth, instantly locking the five blood dragons in combat once more.
Han Li stood unmoving, seemingly effortlessly holding off the five blood dragons, though it required nearly half of his mana to sustain the sword formation. While the Green Coiled Sword Formation had grown immensely powerful with his cultivation, its mana consumption had also multiplied severalfold. Only someone like Han Li, whose mana and spiritual sense far surpassed his peers, could wield it without exhausting all other means.
Ma Liang’s brows furrowed. With a single-handed seal, he began chanting under his breath. Above Han Li, a thunderous rumble heralded the appearance of countless blood-red rays, converging into a mountain-sized phantom of the blood seal. A wave of law fluctuations rolled down as the phantom descended with a deafening roar.
“So it’s true—your true essence is nothing like before. You can’t even summon the other four Blood Spirit Puppet Giants now,” Han Li remarked with a laugh instead of alarm. With a flick of his sleeve, three miniature mountains flew out, merging into a dazzling tri-colored peak.
Uttering the word “Grow,” the mountain expanded wildly, reaching a towering height of ten thousand zhang in moments. Its peak flashed brilliantly before colliding with the blood seal phantom in a cataclysmic explosion. The tri-colored mountain shuddered but held firm, stopping the phantom’s descent mid-air.
Simultaneously, the law fluctuations from the seal swept down, enveloping the space below. Han Li felt a chill in his core as his mana momentarily stagnated. Yet, he remained calm, letting out a low shout as a dark green sword-shaped light erupted from his arm, unleashing its own wave of law fluctuations.
With a muffled *thud*, the two forces clashed like tidal waves before dissipating. Han Li trembled slightly, his mana flow restored.
“The Five Extremes Mountain and an Armament of Heaven’s Decree!” Ma Liang’s expression twisted with shock and fury. At his peak, an incomplete Five Extremes Mountain and a mere Armament of Heaven’s Decree wouldn’t have stood a chance against his Myriad Spirit Blood Seal. But now, weakened as he was, he could barely muster a fraction of its power.
As he hesitated, considering another approach, Han Li made his move. With a grasp at the air, a dark green wooden sword materialized in his hand. Taking a giant step forward, the Sacred Nirvana Dharma Form behind him merged into his body in a flash.
A clear chime rang from within Han Li as multicolored lights burst forth, swirling into the forms of a heavenly dragon, a true phoenix, a green luan, and other divine beasts. Each phantom exuded terrifying auras before vanishing back into Han Li’s body.
His figure erupted with blinding purple-gold radiance as his body swelled monstrously. Golden scales and silver patterns surged across his skin, while glowing orbs flickered at his shoulders and sides. With a mighty roar, a thousand-zhang-tall, three-headed, six-armed demonic deity emerged in the void.
The deity bore a single horn, six silver-glowing eyes, and wielded the now-gigantic dark green wooden sword in one hand, the other five empty. This was the third-stage transformation of Han Li’s perfected Sacred Nirvana Physique.
Clearly, he knew ordinary techniques and treasures would be futile against this weakened true immortal. Thus, he unleashed his ultimate trump card from the outset.
From drawing the Armament of Heaven’s Decree to completing his transformation, only an instant had passed. The demonic deity flicked its wrist, causing the wooden sword to hum as a row of silver runes surfaced. The very essence of heaven and earth trembled, countless motes of five-colored light appearing and surging into the sword like a tide.
Ma Liang’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeve, releasing eight silver talismans that morphed into massive weapons—swords, axes, halberds—before streaking toward Han Li in a deadly arc.
But the three-headed, six-armed Han Li struck first. Raising the now-hundred-zhang-long dark green sword, he slashed forward.
Silently, an impossibly long crescent of dark green sword light shot forth, condensing into a razor-thin line. A terrifying wave of law energy erupted from it.
With a series of *bangs*, the line sliced through the silver weapons, reducing them to nothing. Moving at near-teleportation speed, it reached Ma Liang in two flashes, its bone-chilling aura threatening to freeze his very blood.
Ma Liang’s pupils contracted, but he didn’t dodge. Instead, his sleeve blurred into a black shield before him, while he spat out a small, jade-white sword.
The dark green line struck the shield, pausing only briefly before cleaving it in two. It then met the white sword head-on.
A muffled sound followed as the two forces froze in mid-air. Then, with a crisp *snap*, the white sword shattered into pieces, while the dark green line vanished without a trace.
As the sword broke, Ma Liang’s face flushed crimson before he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood.
“You dare destroy my Immortal-Slaying Sword? I won’t let you die so easily!” Ma Liang snarled, his face twisted with rage and shock. The white sword clearly held immense importance to him.
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