The massive blade was pitch-black as ink, with a shimmering arc of gold and silver light in its center, exuding an air of profound mystery.
Han Li narrowed his eyes at the sight and raised an arm, making a grasping motion toward the sky.
Above him, the golden Dharma Form suddenly opened its four eyes, and one of its six arms mirrored Han Li’s movement, reaching out in the same manner.
A deafening boom erupted!
A colossal golden hand, no smaller than the massive blade, materialized beneath it and thrust upward.
Where the two collided, black and golden lights flashed wildly. The golden hand remained unshaken, while the massive blade was forcibly suspended midair.
The two Wuluo tribesmen on the opposite side were startled by this sight. However, the golden-eyed Wuluo quickly formed hand seals, and his body instantly swelled to several times its original size. Simultaneously, a golden tail hook materialized with a flash of light, lashing toward Han Li like lightning.
Beside him, the silver-eyed Wuluo let out a beast-like roar, her face twisting into a savage expression.
Above her head, a mist of white fog appeared, shimmering with silver light as the illusory form of a giant human-faced centipede emerged.
With a silver flash, the illusion transformed into a streak of silver light, charging straight at Han Li. Before it could reach him, the centipede opened its maw, releasing a torrent of silver radiance.
Facing the combined assault of the two Wuluo royals, Han Li remained expressionless.
With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of small azure swords shot forth, blurring into a storm of sword light that met the golden hook.
The golden hook hummed as countless runes suddenly surfaced on its body, as if preparing to unleash some formidable power.
But in the next instant, azure light flashed, and a dense web of green threads enveloped the hook. With a mournful cry, it shattered into countless fragments, raining down.
The golden-eyed Wuluo was stunned.
Meanwhile, Han Li raised his other hand, his palm turning pitch-black. With a slight movement of his fingers, a gray barrier appeared before him, blocking the silver radiance spewed by the human-faced centipede.
Then, a flash of gray light erupted from his palm as a small black mountain eerily materialized. Glancing at the centipede now mere feet away, he casually flipped his hand.
A shocking scene unfolded.
The mountain vanished the moment his palm turned.
The next instant, a ripple appeared above the centipede, and within a surge of gray light, the mountain reappeared—now a hundred times larger, towering over ten zhang high.
With a faint blur, the black peak crashed down onto the centipede’s back.
The centipede’s human face contorted in agony, letting out a strange hissing sound as its body was crushed downward by the immense force.
The silver-eyed Wuluo behind it paled in panic, her hands forming rapid seals as silver patterns spread across her delicate face, twisting it into something monstrous.
She then spat out a mouthful of pale silver essence blood.
The moment it left her lips, it burst into a string of silver runes that vanished into the distant centipede.
Empowered, the centipede’s silver glow flared, and it writhed violently beneath the black peak, coiling around its lower half as if trying to overturn it.
Seeing this, Han Li’s expression flickered with curiosity. He pointed at the mountain from afar and uttered a single word: “Heavy.”
The black peak trembled, emitting a dull gray-white glow. Though its size remained unchanged, its weight increased tenfold.
The centipede, already struggling, was instantly crushed, plummeting like a meteor.
A thunderous crash shook the hall as the black mountain pinned the centipede to the ground, creating a massive crater thirty zhang wide.
The mountain stood firm at the crater’s center, while the centipede let out a final wail before dissolving into silver motes.
The magnetic mountain Han Li had fused with the strange stone stool weighed as much as a true towering peak—far beyond the centipede’s endurance.
As the illusion shattered, the silver-eyed Wuluo spat a mouthful of black-red blood, her face ashen.
All this happened in mere breaths.
The golden-eyed Wuluo, still dazed by the destruction of his golden hook, snapped back to reality upon seeing his companion’s grievous injury. With a sudden movement, he appeared behind her, placing a hand on her back.
A surge of gold and silver light enveloped her, and her condition improved slightly.
Han Li snorted coldly and pointed at the dozens of azure swords in the air.
The swords trembled, slicing through the air as dozens of green threads shot toward the two Wuluo.
Fear finally dawned on their faces. Exchanging a glance, they each raised an arm, summoning two black halos that shielded them.
The green threads reached the halos with a hiss.
Han Li’s expression darkened as he activated his sword art.
The threads transformed into faint, illusory sword shadows—a manifestation of his sword-spirit phasing ability.
The shadows circled the halos once before piercing through effortlessly, as if the barriers didn’t exist.
The two Wuluo, realizing too late, tried to flee as black streaks, but the sword shadows were faster.
Amidst a flurry of piercing strikes, two agonized screams rang out as their bodies were riddled with holes.
The Huoyang tribesmen watching from afar—the woman and Bai Zhuer—erupted in joy.
But Han Li’s eyes flashed blue as he blurred forward, appearing beside the corpses. His hands shot out, grasping at the air.
Two muffled pops sounded as silver flames erupted from his palms, ensnaring two flickering gold and silver lights—a golden and a silver centipede, each bearing the faces of the Wuluo women.
Trapped in the flames, the centipedes screeched, their expressions furious.
Their gold and silver glow—the Spirit Vortex Evil Light—would have broken any other restraint, but Han Li’s Spirit Devouring Heavenly Flame was their bane.
With no intention of mercy, Han Li clapped his hands together, grinding the centipedes into nothingness within the silver flames.
Only then were the two Wuluo royals truly annihilated.
Yet Han Li paid it little mind.
From their brief clash, he’d gauged their power at most at the early Nascent Soul stage. Were it not for the peculiar Spirit Vortex Evil Light, he could have ended them in an instant.
Still, their ability to conceal their cultivation intrigued him. His gaze shifted to the corpses.
With a wave, the remains floated toward him.
His azure-lit eyes scanned them meticulously before he suddenly raised a hand.
Two faint black veils shot from the bodies into his grasp.
After a brief inspection, his expression shifted slightly, and the veils vanished into his storage.
“Thank you, Senior Han, for your aid! Our Huoyang tribe will never forget this life-saving grace!” The woman approached with Bai Zhuer, her gratitude overflowing.
She made no mention of the veils, now fully aware of Han Li’s unfathomable power—far beyond her expectations. Reverence mingled with her gratitude.
Bai Zhuer, having witnessed Han Li’s effortless annihilation of their would-be destroyers, regarded him with newfound awe.
The serpentine priests trailing behind wore obsequious smiles.
Han Li chuckled. “A trivial matter. Since I’ve already intervened, I might as well deal with the remaining Wuluo outside.”
The woman and the others rejoiced, thanking him profusely.
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