Chapter 1034: Robbing and Killing the Old Demon

In the latter half of the hall, a giant shuttle was intensely pursued through the air by a dragon-like silver orb, a purple mist, and a streak of blood-red light.

A barrage of magical attacks rained down on the shuttle. After its surface shimmered with an unusual gold and silver light, all attacks were completely blocked.

The Sun-Moon Shuttle truly lived up to its reputation as one of the three great spirit shuttles of the human realm; even these fierce attacks seemed unable to harm it for the time being.

Inside the giant shuttle, Madam Mu was entirely focused on controlling it, desperately dodging the attacks from behind. Beside her, the beautiful Xiuli held tightly to the Four-Symbols Ruler with one hand. Her face was pale, her eyes slightly closed, and she clearly looked frail.

It seemed her forceful use of a heaven-reaching spirit treasure like the Four-Symbols Ruler earlier had almost exhausted her magic power.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, do you truly intend to collude with these two vile creatures?" Madam Mu exclaimed, her magic power rapidly depleting. "The two of us took the treasures here for the safety of the human realm, to reseal this mountain!" Madam Mu's cultivation was far inferior to that of the old devil and the two demons. Any attempt to escape would surely be blocked by the three. With her magic power rapidly depleting, she spoke with a mix of surprise and anger.

"Hmph," Old Devil Qian's sneering voice echoed from within the blood-red streak. "Stop with your grand talk of the human realm's safety. Do you take this old man for a three-year-old child? And when did this old man ever join forces with demons? These two fellow daoists are simply greatly displeased by your attack on them. A small sect like Huaxian dares to snatch food from a tiger's mouth! Come on, hand over the treasures you took obediently. Also, that jade ruler is a replica of a heaven-reaching spirit treasure, isn't it? Leave that for this old man too."

Hearing this, Madam Mu sighed, knowing that saying anything more would be pointless. After all, their Huaxian Sect was originally insignificant in the eyes of the Ten Great Orthodox and Demonic Sects.

Under the combined efforts of Old Devil Qian and the Silver-Winged Yaksha, the Sun-Moon Shuttle finally began to dim and was gradually forced into a corner of the hall.

Just as Old Devil Qian's face twisted into a sinister grin, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the two women and shatter the spirit shuttle, a burst of Buddhist chanting suddenly echoed from within. Immediately, white lotus flowers appeared near Old Devil Qian and the two, and a white ruler simultaneously shot out from the shuttle.

"Not good!" The silver light, purple mist, and blood-red streak all recoiled like poisoned scorpions. Old Devil Qian and the Silver-Winged Yaksha, having experienced these before, absolutely dared not let the white lotus flowers get close.

Seizing this moment of respite, the white ruler flashed and flew back into the shuttle first. The giant shuttle then instantly vanished from its spot, reappearing behind the old devil and his companions the next moment, shooting directly towards the Arctic Primordial Light.

Meanwhile, the white lotus flowers silently dispersed; they were merely illusory phantoms.

Old Devil Qian and the Silver-Winged Yaksha were furious at this sight, knowing they had been tricked. They immediately summoned their escape light and gave fierce chase.

But it was already too late. The gold-and-silver giant shuttle plunged into the Arctic Primordial Light. Countless silver threads shot towards it, but upon contact with the shuttle's surface, they were all bounced back by a silver screen.

Madam Mu was performing hand seals, continuously activating a token in her hand, her face full of solemnity.

The token shimmered with silver light, emitting bursts of radiant mist. The silver screen on the shuttle's surface was indeed a manifestation of this token's magical power. Meanwhile, the beautiful woman beside her, having used her remaining magic power to once again summon the Four-Symbols Ruler (even if it was just a bluff), now tottered and had completely lost the strength to act.

While busy, Madam Mu glanced at her junior sister, her face filled with worry.

"Senior Sister, don't worry. I'll be fine after a few years of recuperation," Xiuli said with a reassuring smile.

"I hope so," Madam Mu said helplessly. "It's truly too difficult for you to wield the Four-Symbols Ruler with your current cultivation."

"But if we didn't use this treasure, how could the two of us possibly seize the Dragon Transformation Seal from a Grand Cultivator like Old Devil Qian?" the beautiful woman said resentfully. "That fellow named Han, though, is very cunning. He immediately slipped away once he got the treasure. Otherwise, he could have shared some of the pressure with us."

Madam Mu could only offer a bitter smile upon hearing this. Meanwhile, Han Li's appearance and that terrifying fan flashed through her mind.

Behind the giant shuttle, the blood-red streak, golden light, and purple mist relentlessly pursued, also shooting into the Arctic Primordial Light.

Madam Mu and the other woman were both in a weakened state. If the Sun-Moon Shuttle wasn't truly miraculous, they would have probably been captured long ago. Therefore, the three pursuers had no intention of letting go.

However, as soon as they entered the Arctic Primordial Light, Old Devil Qian and his companions immediately sensed something was wrong.

The two women in the shuttle ahead were actually able to directly control the illusion array and restrictions within the Arctic Primordial Light with a token in their hands. Although such illusion arrays were not much of a threat to the three of them, even a slight obstruction allowed the spirit shuttle to seize the opportunity. After a few flashes, it disappeared into the dense silver threads, leaving no trace.

Old Devil Qian was furious. The Silver-Winged Yaksha and the Lion-Beast looked at each other, then eyed Old Devil Qian with unfriendly gazes.

The old devil immediately grew wary, sensing something. After coldly sweeping his gaze over the two, he said impolitely:

"What? Do you two still intend to scheme against this old man?"

"Not at all, fellow Daoist! Your divine abilities are so vast, how could we two do such an unwise thing!" the Silver-Winged Yaksha said with a forced laugh after a slight hesitation, seemingly concluding that even if he joined forces with the Lion-Beast, they couldn't easily take down the old devil. Then, beckoning to the Lion-Beast, the two immediately used their divine abilities to break open a path and fled.

For the two of them, since their vital token was now in hand and their main objective for this trip had been achieved, they no longer wished to cause further complications.

Only when Old Devil Qian saw the two figures truly disappear into the Arctic Primordial Light did he let out a cold laugh, transforming into a streak of blood-red light and shooting away in another direction.

Countless silver threads pierced through the blood-red shadow, but they didn't cause the old devil's escape light to pause in the slightest. After darting east and west, he flew out of the illusion array and restrictions.

At this point, the old devil finally felt relieved. Just as he was about to fly straight to the exit, he suddenly changed his expression and slowed his escape light. A pair of sharp eyes flickered within the bloody light.

"Who's there? Get out here!" the old devil suddenly let out a sharp cry.

"Brother Qian is indeed the Grand Elder of the Yinluo Sect; your cultivation is truly profound!" a faint male voice came from behind a stone pillar ahead. A figure flashed, and a young man calmly walked out, covered by a black light shield.

"Han Li!" Old Devil Qian naturally recognized the person at a glance, his eyes narrowing.

"You've been here for a while, haven't you? Specifically waiting for this old man?" the old devil said sinisterly, his facial muscles twitching as he saw Han Li's protective shield easily blocking the Arctic Primordial Light.

"It seems I don't need to say anything more; Fellow Daoist Qian has already guessed as much," Han Li said calmly. "It's simple: Brother Qian, could you provide me with a copy of your sect's Soul Sealing Spell deciphering formula?"

"The Soul Sealing Spell?" This surprised Old Devil Qian. After a slight consideration, he threw his head back and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Although I don't know why you want this spell's deciphering formula," he scoffed, "do you really think this old man will tell you?"

"I knew it; I was just wasting my breath earlier," Han Li muttered with a sigh, as if casually chatting with a neighbor. "But I still couldn't resist trying. After all, if I were to extract the soul and refine the essence of a Grand Elder of the Ten Great Sects, I probably wouldn't be able to stay in Great Jin any longer."

Upon hearing the words "extract the soul and refine the essence," Old Devil Qian's pupils contracted, and he immediately shot out a keen light like swords.

"If you want to extract this old man's soul and refine his essence, you'll first have to see if you have the ability," the old devil said calmly. "If you have any helpers, call them out now. A mere Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator like you would never dare utter such big words alone."

"Since Fellow Daoist has said so, you come out too, friend," Han Li said indifferently, completely unconcerned.

As soon as these words fell, light flashed behind another stone pillar on the old devil's side, and the ugly woman, clad in blood-red battle armor, emerged. She held a staff in one hand, her face devoid of expression.

"It's you?" Old Devil Qian was startled, then his eyes rolled, and he said, "What benefit did this kid give you for you to actually join forces with him? I can give you greater benefits!"

"Fine! Just give me your life," the ugly woman snorted, slamming her black staff onto the ground and glaring. This demon had been forced to submit to Han Li and was full of resentment, so naturally, she wouldn't give the old devil any kindness.

Old Devil Qian was furious at the ugly woman's words, but his face showed no change. He swept his spiritual sense around again, and only after confirming there was no third person did he feel much more at ease.

If it was just these two, he was confident he could escape without issue.

After pondering in his mind, Old Devil Qian stopped speaking any more nonsense. A dazzling blood-red light suddenly flared from his body, and he transformed into a blood-red shadow, shooting off to one side. He had no intention of fighting Han Li and the ugly woman here.

Han Li, however, had long anticipated this. Upon seeing this, without a word, he raised one hand, and a dark finger ring appeared in his palm, rapidly expanding in the wind.

He grabbed the treasure with one hand and gave it a slight shake. Waves rippled within a radius of several tens of yards, and circles of silver threads gathered around with clear chiming sounds. The Arctic Primordial Light instantly formed a multi-colored barrier, thoroughly sealing off the surroundings.

Although the blood-red shadow formed by Old Devil Qian was formidable, seemingly impervious to harm, he was still greatly startled upon seeing such densely packed light threads. His escape light naturally paused.

In this brief moment of delay, the ugly woman unhesitatingly waved her black staff in the air. Multiple staff shadows immediately appeared above the blood-red shadow's head and smashed down with immense force.

Before it even landed, an immense pressure surged over him. Old Devil Qian felt his entire body tighten; his body was instantly held aloft and bound by an invisible force, unable to move even an inch.

The old devil's heart tensed.

Almost simultaneously, Han Li had already activated the Yang Ring. After pointing at it solemnly, countless silver threads immediately flew out from the surrounding ripples, forming a dense giant net that shot directly towards the blood-red shadow.

Old Devil Qian's expression changed dramatically, and a sharp shriek suddenly erupted from his mouth. A bizarre scene unfolded.

As spiritual light flowed around the blood-red shadow, its lower abdomen suddenly swelled rapidly. With a muffled "bang," its entire body astonishingly burst open, and countless blood threads scattered and fled. In this way, neither the staff shadows, heavy as a thousand pounds, nor the giant net formed by the Arctic Primordial Light, had any effect.

They could only watch as these blood threads, after a single swirl, congealed and reformed at another spot, more than ten yards away.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red shadow formed by Old Devil Qian reappeared completely unharmed!