Han Li glanced at the magical tools beside him, then suddenly reached into his storage pouch and pulled out three identical small red tridents. With a light toss, they transformed into three streaks of red light, shooting toward a black-robed cultivator.
This set of “Flame Chain Flying Tridents” was spoils Han Li had scavenged from some unfortunate soul during the battle with the Blood Spider. They were quite powerful and, being a matched set, relatively easy to control, which was why Han Li had kept them.
Pointing toward his other magical tools, Han Li sent two streaks of black light and six streaks of golden light shooting out with a sharp whistle, heading in other directions.
It was here that the terrifying aspect of Han Li’s Great Development Technique was truly revealed. He could control so many magical tools simultaneously without the slightest confusion. The flag-wielding cultivator, seeing so many top-tier magical tools coming his way, was horrified and had no intention of trying to block them head-on.
In a panic, he threw his black flag toward the three red streaks of light and tried to flee on his artifact. However, the black flag was instantly shredded by the three red lights, erupting into a cloud of black radiance before shattering into pieces. Without even pausing, the three red lights shot toward the cultivator and struck his protective barrier with tremendous force.
Alas, the low-level barrier of a mere Qi Condensation cultivator was no match for the combined strike of three top-tier magical tools. It held for only a moment before shattering with a crisp sound, dissipating into nothingness.
Under the cultivator’s despairing gaze, the three red lights circled around him lightly. With a *sizzle*, the black-robed cultivator burst into a massive fireball and was burned to ashes.
Simultaneously, the two streaks of black light and six streaks of golden light flew toward two other cultivators, effortlessly shattering their defensive artifacts and barriers before cutting them in half.
This sent the remaining cultivators into a panic. Forget setting up any formation—survival was now their top priority.
Most immediately turned and fled into the sky, while a few bold or foolish ones released their prized magical tools in a desperate attempt to block Han Li’s assault.
Unfortunately, Han Li had no intention of engaging them in prolonged combat. He pressed forward relentlessly and without mercy.
Over ten streaks of golden, black, and red light swarmed any magical tools in their path. The blocking artifacts were like eggs thrown at stones, instantly shattered into countless fragments and wiped from existence. As for the owners of those artifacts, Han Li naturally showed no mercy, eliminating them as well.
Now, aside from the black-robed cultivators who had fled hundreds of yards away, the only ones remaining on the scene were the young noble, who wore an expression of disbelief, and the masked man beside him, likely Steward Wang. The so-called “Black Wind Formation” had been rendered useless before it could even demonstrate its power, thwarted by Han Li’s foresight.
Han Li’s gaze shifted to the young noble and his companion, causing them to inwardly exclaim “Not good!” as they assumed defensive postures. A faint black light emanated from their bodies, shrouding their figures and giving them an eerie, sinister aura.
“Hmph, trying to mystify and deceive!” Han Li sneered coldly.
Although he didn’t know what technique these two were using, it clearly resembled the bald man’s demonic arts. He wondered why their aura was black instead of the blood-red light of the bald man. Could it be due to differences in their cultivation levels? Han Li pondered briefly.
Unbeknownst to Han Li, the young noble and his companion were inwardly lamenting their misfortune.
Han Li’s cultivation level and the sharpness of his magical tools far exceeded their expectations. They had encountered Foundation Establishment cultivators before, but Han Li’s strength was on a completely different level compared to the sect’s altar leaders of the same realm. Even if two or three altar leaders joined forces, they would likely be no match for him.
His nearly invisible, extreme-speed movement technique and his ability to control over ten magical tools simultaneously were things they had never even heard of.
Now, it seemed even the Blood Servant might not be a match for Han Li, despite the Blood Servant seemingly employing some secret technique.
Though they prided themselves on being far stronger than other Qi Condensation cultivators, they weren’t arrogant enough to believe they could take on Han Li together. Thus, even as they activated their secret techniques, they cautiously retreated instead of advancing.
In contrast, the Four Friends of Meng Mountain were stunned by Han Li’s display of power.
Though they knew Han Li was powerful, they had no reference to gauge the extent of his strength. Now, witnessing him single-handedly kill five or six cultivators of similar cultivation level in an instant and send the rest fleeing in terror, they were utterly convinced of his prowess.
Han Li took a deep breath, intending to capture the young noble and Steward Wang in one go, when a bestial roar filled with madness erupted from the blood-red light sphere to the side.
Hearing this, the young noble and his companion exchanged a look of pleasant surprise.
Han Li’s expression turned solemn. Ignoring the two for the moment, he quickly reached into his storage pouch and pulled out a small, exquisitely crafted magical tool.
Without hesitation, he threw it toward the blood-red light sphere.
A small yellow bell left Han Li’s hand and grew with the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive copper bell five or six zhang tall. This was the “Sky-Shielding Bell,” spoils Han Li had obtained from Xuan Le of the Masked Moon Sect. It had once trapped the ferocious Blood Spider, a testament to its power.
With a loud *clang*, the bell accurately encased the bizarrely deforming blood-red light sphere, silencing the roars within.
Seeing this, the young noble and his companion, who had just begun to rejoice, were stunned.
Could the Blood Servant have been captured so easily?
Han Li turned back to them and suddenly flashed them a strange smile before raising both hands simultaneously.
In an instant, countless fireballs of varying sizes surged from his hands, raining down densely like a storm and dyeing the nearby sky fiery red.
This spectacle startled the young noble and his companion, who hurriedly released disk-shaped defensive artifacts to shield themselves.
A series of deafening explosions rang out incessantly, leaving the young noble dizzy and disoriented.
Due to the overwhelming number of fireballs, a few slipped through and struck the young noble directly, dispersing much of the black energy protecting him.
Disheveled and enraged, the young noble knew that only a massive simultaneous activation of talismans could create such a spectacle.
Just as the fireball rain subsided, a scream from beside him made him shudder. He turned to look and gasped, his eyes filled with horror.
The lean, masked man who had been standing nearby moments ago was now held limply in Han Li’s grasp, his black energy completely dissipated. Blood soaked one side of his body, and only one arm remained.
This sight filled the young noble with dread and a genuine fear that he was no match for Han Li. He inwardly cursed the Blood Servant’s incompetence.
Han Li cast a cold glance at the young noble before ruthlessly tearing off the masked man’s face covering. It was indeed Steward Wang of the Xin Mansion, his originally gaunt face now twisted in pain from his severed arm.
“Impossible! How did you capture him? Our protective killing aura isn’t so easily broken!” the young noble exclaimed, but in the same breath, he raised his hands and shot over a dozen black streaks toward Han Li.
A mocking smile appeared on Han Li’s impassive face. With a wave of his hand, a dark, shield-like object materialized in front of him.
The black streaks struck it directly, but aside from a series of dull thuds, they had no effect.
Startled, the young noble looked closer and realized the “shield” was actually a massive turtle shell, pitch black and dull, clearly specially refined.
Seeing this, the young noble’s eyes shifted cunningly. His black light flared brightly, and he suddenly shot backward like lightning. Turning around, he attempted to flee like the other escaped cultivators.
However, as one of the key targets to be captured alive, Han Li had no intention of letting him escape so easily. With a flicker, Han Li appeared effortlessly in front of the young noble. Raising a hand, a several-zhang-long cyan greatsword materialized out of thin air and slashed down mercilessly toward the young noble’s head.
Seeing this, the young noble secretly rejoiced.
His protective aura was specifically designed to corrupt magical artifacts. He didn’t have to worry about the greatsword harming him; instead, he could seize this chance to cover his retreat.
With this in mind, the young noble, still in mid-air, ascended slightly, intending to fly directly over Han Li.
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