The moment the green flame left the woman’s jade-like hand, it emitted a dazzling green radiance. After spinning rapidly above her head, an astonishing scene unfolded. The blue-white flames that had been fiercely burning around the white lotus instantly transformed into countless fiery threads, converging into the flame like rivers flowing into the sea.
In the blink of an eye, the True Yang Flames on the Purple Net were completely absorbed, leaving the green flame floating calmly, its glow now even more piercing.
The green-robed woman calmly pointed at the flame, which rippled before drifting lightly toward Yin Yue.
Yin Yue’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, she pointed at the Purple Net, causing the entire web to glow brilliantly as dense strands of silk formed a barrier before her. At the same time, she flipped her palm, summoning an ancient treasure—a flower basket.
At that moment, the massive emerald sword, crackling with thunder, descended from above the woman. Following a spell, it plummeted downward. Yin Yue reacted swiftly, transforming the flower basket into a white mist to shield herself while chanting a spell. The purple light enveloping the white lotus suddenly parted above, allowing the massive sword, wreathed in golden arcs and blue flames, to slash viciously at the lotus below.
Seeing the sword’s overwhelming power, the green-robed woman’s expression shifted for the first time, her face turning grave. Hesitating briefly, she abandoned her attack on Yin Yue and channeled her spiritual power through her feet into the white lotus. Instantly, the lotus petals expanded several times over, forming multiple layers of dense light shields that stretched upward.
She then pointed at the drifting flame, recalling it to hover above her head. Raising the bronze lamp in her hand, she waved it slightly, conjuring two more identical flames that merged with the first, forming a green fireball the size of a human head.
The massive sword finally struck the lotus-formed barrier with a thunderous explosion. Golden arcs, blue flames, and white light clashed violently. Though the lotus petals were incredibly resilient, the combined might of the Evil-Suppressing Divine Thunder and the Dry Blue Ice Flames proved overwhelming. The barrier held for a moment before shattering into starlight.
The sword descended unimpeded, only to be met by the leisurely floating green fireball. Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly. Though wary of the eerie green flames, he was determined to test the power of his Dry Blue Ice Flames against them. Without hesitation, the sword continued its descent.
This time, the collision was eerily silent. Both the golden arcs and the frigid blue flames were instantly devoured by the green fire, followed by the entire sword.
The Emerald Swarm Sword was Han Li’s lifebound treasure, granting him acute sensitivity to its state. The moment the green flames engulfed the sword, a searing heat surged through his body, as if his blood were boiling.
Horrified, Han Li immediately formed hand seals and pointed at the sword. With a resonant hum, the massive sword shattered into dozens of smaller blades, scattering in all directions.
Yet, to his dismay, each of the smaller swords remained ensnared by the green flames. Han Li’s face darkened as the discomfort intensified, sweat beading on his skin. Gritting his teeth, he manipulated the swords with his divine sense, commanding them to soar, spiral, and twist in desperate attempts to shake off the flames.
Having witnessed the ancient silver bell being melted into liquid, he dared not let his lifebound treasure suffer the same fate—such a loss would severely damage both his vitality and divine sense.
Meanwhile, the destroyed lotus petals regenerated from the base of the green-robed woman’s lotus platform, reforming her defenses. She watched coldly as Han Li struggled, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
She was in no hurry to attack, waiting for his lifebound treasure to be destroyed and his cultivation to suffer. But soon, her smirk froze as surprise flickered in her eyes.
The bronze lamp in her hand was no ordinary ancient treasure—it was one of the two sacred heirlooms of the Molan Tribe. The woman, surnamed Le, was entrusted with it not only due to her status as the tribe’s foremost female spellcaster but also because of her revered position, akin to the Heavenly Ladder Saintess of the Utsu Tribe. Even the Molan’s three Great Divine Masters treated her with utmost respect.
The lamp’s primary purpose was not combat but a sacred function vital to the Molan people. However, wielded in battle, it was unstoppable—capable of melting any treasure, especially those of wood attribute, in moments.
Yet, Han Li’s wood-attribute swords, despite being engulfed for so long, showed no signs of destruction. The woman was stunned.
In that moment of shock, a flash of purple light appeared above her—Yin Yue had seized the opportunity to reactivate the Purple Net’s barrier, sealing the opening. With a twist of her slender waist, she exhaled a cloud of pink mist that engulfed the white lotus.
The green-robed woman snorted, hesitating before deciding against using the lamp again. Instead, she summoned a pale-yellow jade pendant.
Just as she prepared to activate it, the pink mist swirled, releasing an intoxicating fragrance that materialized into countless alluring figures engaged in intimate acts. The woman stiffened, her face flushing crimson.
“Demoness! You seek death!” she hissed, activating the pendant. A yellow radiance dispersed the mist, but Yin Yue had already vanished.
The woman sneered, about to search with her divine sense when she suddenly remembered Han Li. Turning, she saw that he had already reformed his swords into the massive blade, now hovering before him as he stared intently.
Seeing the swords still intact, her heart clenched with dread. She could wait no longer.
Lifting the bronze lamp, she resolved to waste another use of its power to incinerate Han Li. But before she could act, Han Li pressed his palms together—one coated in white frost, the other flickering with blue flames—and exhaled a green mist over them.
With a soft *puff*, a purple flame the size of an egg appeared between his hands. He flicked a finger, and the flame morphed into a lifelike bird that soared toward the green-enshrouded sword.
A soft *pop* later, an eerie sight unfolded—purple and green flames burned simultaneously on the sword, writhing and devouring each other in a fierce struggle.
Han Li frowned, his expression shifting, while the woman gaped in disbelief.
What was this purple fire, capable of resisting her sacred flame? Had she not seen it herself, she would never have believed it. Shaking off her shock, her resolve to kill Han Li hardened.
If a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator possessed such heaven-defying abilities, what would happen if he advanced further? He could dominate the Molan Steppe unchallenged.
Her face darkened as she tossed the bronze lamp above her head, where it hovered steadily. Sitting cross-legged, she formed hand seals, closed her eyes, and began chanting. The white lotus beneath her blazed with light, while the lamp above pulsed with green radiance, the two resonating in harmony.
She was determined—even if it meant exhausting all future uses of the lamp—to erase Han Li from existence.
Han Li, sensing her intent, felt his heart sink. Though he still had trump cards like the Violet Extreme Flame and the Blood Devil Sword, he had no intention of fighting to the death here. This woman was no ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he had no desire to perish alongside her.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a figure suddenly burst through the mist nearby, startling both Han Li and the woman.
In that split second of distraction, the purple cloud formed by the Purple Net split apart. A streak of white light shot toward the bronze lamp, wrapping around it in a flash before darting back into the cloud.
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