Published: September 8, 2025
Chapter 731: Heavenly Annihilation True Demonic Technique
The elder glanced at the scroll painting, his face turning ashen. The object in his hand was full of holes, resembling a sieve. It was clearly destroyed beyond repair.
"What a pity! If Daoist Kuyao hadn't rushed out and had held on inside for a while without using the fire spirit primordial power, that cultivator would most likely have withdrawn the formation diagram due to insufficient magical power. Now, Daoist Kuyao has also lost a lot of vital energy. Neither side can gain the upper hand," the Man in the Black Robe said regretfully. The tall and lean spellmaster was taken aback by this and looked down, then a look of realization crossed his face.
Elder Ma’s complexion fluctuated between pale and blue several times. He still couldn’t bring himself to discard the scroll and carefully put it into his storage bag, then glared viciously at Kuyao opposite him.
Seeing the elder’s expression, Kuyao snorted coldly, stomped on the Fire Flood Dragon beneath his feet, and his body was once again engulfed in rolling flames, the red light reappearing.
"Master Kuyao, stop. How about a draw this time? Both sides have exhausted too much magical power; continuing will lead to no result," the tall and lean spellmaster suddenly shouted from the high sky, halting Kuyao’s move. He then turned to speak to the bald burly man and the other Tian Nan cultivators below.
The bald burly man was somewhat surprised but exchanged glances with Gu Shuangpu before nodding in agreement:
"Alright, let’s end it here."
Hearing the words from the spellmaster and the bald burly man, Elder Ma, though unwilling, knew continuing was futile. Reluctantly, he fled by flying escape.
Kuyao, equally frustrated, retracted the Fire Flood Dragon beneath his feet and flew back into the sky resentfully.
Once Elder Ma landed below, the bald burly man naturally offered some consolation, easing the elder’s expression somewhat.
At that moment, the Man in the Black Robe and the tall and lean spellmaster whispered among themselves. Then the Man in the Black Robe lightly descended, stopping where the fierce battle had just taken place. His gaze darkened as he swept over the cultivators.
"You will face me this time. Let me be clear: this fight will be to the death. Don’t expect anyone to suddenly call off the duel," the Man in the Black Robe said hoarsely and unclearly, a flash of contempt crossing his eyes.
The arrogance in his words instantly changed the expressions of the bald burly man and Gu Shuangpu, their eyes filled with anger. Still, neither dared to jump forward rashly to confront him.
After all, they knew the two nascent soul cultivators who had died previously both fell to this kind of unknown spellmaster. No matter how confident they were, when life was at stake, hesitation crept in.
"Let me handle him," Han Li said calmly all of a sudden.
"Ah, Daoist Han wants to go! ... Daoist Han, please be careful. If anything goes wrong, the three of us will come to your aid," the bald burly man said, surprised at Han Li’s willingness but inwardly relieved. Outwardly, he was full of cautionary advice.
Han Li smiled faintly but said nothing more. Azure light shimmered around him as he leapt, transforming into a streak of azure light shooting into the sky.
In an instant, the azure rainbow reached near the Man in the Black Robe, the radiance dimmed. Han Li stood there, hands clasped behind his back, face expressionless.
The Man in the Black Robe’s eyes flickered as he appraised Han Li from head to toe. His gaze gradually turned icy, his irises shifting from black to green, giving him a demonic appearance.
Han Li narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked:
"Are you a demon or a ghost?"
"Heh heh! Do you think I don’t look human?" The Man in the Black Robe did not get angry at Han Li’s question but instead sneered coldly. At the same time, tendrils of inky black energy began to seep from his body, accompanied by ghostly wails. Dark winds swirled like a ghost realm around him.