For some unknown reason, as soon as the old man laid eyes on the seemingly ordinary five-colored light sword, an overwhelming sense of danger surged through his divine sense.
Without a second thought, he opened his mouth and spat out a dazzling crimson flying sword. The sword was about three feet long, crystal-clear, as if forged from pure crystal.
In a flash, the flying sword transformed into a scarlet streak of light, slashing toward the eerie five-colored sword.
A faint snort echoed from the void!
The five-colored light sword suddenly flickered and slashed again from a distance.
The scarlet streak trembled violently, reverting back into a small crimson sword that tumbled downward.
The small sword was only a few inches long, but a noticeable notch had appeared on one side of its blade.
Though it hadn’t been severed, the damage was clearly significant.
At the same time, the old man’s face paled slightly—his spiritual connection to the sword meant he too suffered some backlash.
However, after two consecutive slashes, the once-brilliant radiance of the five-colored sword dimmed, and many of the floating runes around it dissipated.
With a fierce expression, the old man suddenly let out a long roar.
The raging wind and fire energies around him surged back toward his body.
Amidst a dazzling display of tri-colored light, an ancient-looking battle armor materialized over his body.
The armor appeared neither metallic nor wooden, covering him from head to toe with only two transparent crystal openings for his eyes.
From a distance, the old man now resembled a towering armored warrior.
With a flick of his hands, tri-colored light flashed, and an ancient greatsword, as wide as a door, appeared in his grip.
Grasping the sword with both hands, he raised it horizontally before him.
Instantly, a terrifying killing intent erupted into the sky!
At the same time, the blue sand-spewing pouch and the golden banner in the air shot downward, transforming into golden and blue auras that circled around him.
Hidden behind the light barrier, Han Li’s eyelids twitched at the sight.
He had barely managed to activate the “Primordial Sword Gourd” technique—a sword formation ability taught by Frost Li the Transcendent—by absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. This technique used an illusory gourd to nurture seventy-two Emerald Swarm Swords, channeling the power of heaven and earth to forge an unstoppable primordial sword.
Though devastating, the technique consumed an immense amount of spiritual energy.
The first two slashes had already depleted a significant portion of the absorbed energy.
But if his opponent thought this was the extent of the sword gourd’s power, he was sorely mistaken. The strength of the primordial sword depended entirely on the amount of spiritual energy and power poured into it.
For the next strike, Han Li was prepared to stake everything.
A cold smirk curled his lips as he suddenly formed a hand seal and activated the sword formation.
The surrounding green light barrier shimmered, and the lotus patterns spun rapidly before transforming into beams of light that shot toward the massive sword in the sky.
Amidst the flashing green radiance, the barrier thinned before finally dispersing with a hum.
In an instant, only the seventy-two small green swords remained, hovering dimly in the air.
With a ruthless resolve, Han Li channeled the entire sword formation’s energy into the primordial sword.
Now exposed without the formation’s cover, his figure appeared in the open sky.
Having absorbed such vast energy, the light sword swelled to twice its size, its form becoming clearer than ever. Though still five-colored, the green hue now dominated the others.
“Slash!”
Han Li pointed at the old man below and uttered a chilling command.
The colossal sword slowly lifted before descending in a devastating arc.
At the same time, the armored old man roared and swung his ancient greatsword in a counterattack.
A piercing shriek echoed as a slender crystalline streak and a massive tri-colored sword beam clashed in midair.
Yet, when they met, there was no explosion—only silence.
The crystalline streak flashed past the tri-colored beam, vanishing without a trace.
The tri-colored beam shattered with a soft “pop,” dispersing into nothingness.
Realizing the danger, the old man instinctively raised his greatsword as a shield.
A crisp *clang* rang out.
The old man stood frozen in place.
But in the next moment, a green light flickered diagonally across the greatsword’s surface—before half of it silently slid off.
Behind the severed sword, the small golden banner trembled before exploding in a burst of golden light, splitting in two and falling from the sky. The blue pouch, however, remained unharmed.
The old man, still encased in his armor, stared coldly upward. His tri-colored battle armor appeared untouched, without a single scratch.
Han Li’s pupils constricted as he glared at his formidable foe.
A hidden object slipped into his palm from his sleeve.
“Does this attack have a name?” The old man’s muffled voice emerged from the armor, surprising Han Li.
“Of course. The taste of the Primordial Sword isn’t pleasant, is it?” Han Li replied with a strange expression.
“Hmph, impressive. Even I couldn’t fully block it,” the old man admitted with a grunt.
As soon as he spoke, a faint green line appeared down the center of his armor.
Then, the seemingly flawless armor split cleanly along the line, falling to the ground with a heavy thud—revealing a severed arm that tumbled alongside it.
Blood gushed from the wound, filling the air with its metallic scent.
Yet the old man merely glanced at his severed limb before shaking his shoulder.
The arm flew back to its socket with a *whoosh*.
A ring of white light flashed, reattaching it effortlessly.
Then, channeling his spiritual power, the old man formed a hand seal, summoning a blazing red light.
The surrounding space grew unbearably hot.
Han Li watched coldly, his lips curling in mockery.
“Do you really think the wound from the Primordial Sword can be healed so easily?”
“What? What do you mean?” The old man stiffened before hastily inspecting his arm.
His expression darkened. The supposedly reattached limb was now drenched in blood, fresh crimson pouring out anew.
“Tch. As long as you use spiritual power, that wound won’t close. That’s the true terror of the Primordial Sword. So, will you fight me with most of your power suppressed? Or will you let your lifeblood drain away bit by bit?” Han Li sneered before flicking his sleeve.
A loud buzzing erupted as dozens of golden flowers shot out, each expanding into half-foot-long, ferocious-looking beetles.
The old man, though outwardly calm, inwardly panicked. Upon recognizing the insects, his composure shattered.
“Gold Devouring Beetles! And they’re fully matured?!” His face twisted in horror.
Han Li ignored him, forming another hand seal to send the swarm charging forward.
Simultaneously, golden light erupted from his body as scales covered his skin. A third eye, dark and ominous, appeared on his forehead.
Behind him, a golden halo unfurled, revealing the three-headed, six-armed form of the Sacred Demon Dharma Form.
With a thunderous crackle, arcs of golden lightning wreathed his body.
One hand summoned the shadowy Magnetic Divine Mountain, while the other beckoned the Emerald Swarm Swords. The seventy-two blades merged into a single massive green sword, which he gripped firmly.
Striding forward, Han Li crossed dozens of feet in an instant, closing in on the old man.
The old man’s face turned ashen as he assessed his bleeding arm and the approaching swarm of beetles.
Gritting his teeth, he spat out a purple talisman.
With a *bang*, it exploded into a cloud of violet mist, engulfing him completely.
Recognizing the tactic, Han Li halted midair, frowning.
The beetles, however, dove into the mist without hesitation.
Han Li flicked his sleeve, unleashing a gust of white wind that dispersed the fog.
As expected, the old man was gone.
His azure eyes scanned the ground before he let out a low whistle.
Moments later, the beetles emerged from the soil, circling him before vanishing back into his sleeve.
Even this brief control had drained a significant portion of his spiritual sense.
Fortunately, his breakthrough to the Void Refinement stage had greatly enhanced his mental power—otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared release so many beetles at once.
Through his spiritual vision, he saw the old man’s purple silhouette fleeing underground, already miles away.
The man showed no intention of turning back—truly frightened into retreat.
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