Chapter 1591

For some reason, as the old man looked at the seemingly ordinary five-colored light sword, his spiritual sense immediately perceived an extreme danger.

Without a moment's hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out a dazzling crimson flying sword. It was about three feet long, exquisitely translucent, as if forged from crystal.

The flying sword merely flickered, transforming into a shocking red arc that slashed forward.

Its target was precisely the eerie five-colored light sword!

A soft hum emanated from the void!

The five-colored light sword suddenly shimmered and remotely struck again.

The crimson arc immediately trembled, reverting into a small red sword, which tumbled and plummeted downwards.

The small sword was only a few inches long, but a significant chip had appeared on one side of its blade.

Although it hadn't been cut in half by the light sword, it appeared to have sustained considerable damage.

As his flying sword was damaged, the old man's face turned pale; due to their spiritual connection, he seemed to have suffered some damage as well.

However, after striking twice in succession, the five-colored light sword's originally dazzling radiance dimmed, and many of the runes floating around its blade dispersed.

With a grim expression, the old man suddenly let out a long howl.

The surrounding wind and fire energy that had been raging rolled back towards him.

As a brilliant three-colored light erupted, an ancient, three-colored battle armor instantly materialized on the old man's body.

This armor appeared to be neither metal nor wood, and it completely encased him from head to toe, leaving only two transparent crystal apertures for his eyes.

From a distance, the old man seemed to have transformed into a gigantic armored warrior, fully clad in plating.

Then, with a flick of his hands, a flash of three-colored light appeared, and an ancient greatsword, as large as a door panel, materialized in his grasp.

The old man gripped the sword with both hands and held it horizontally in front of him.

Immediately, a shocking aura of malevolence erupted from him!

The pouch spraying blue sand in the air and the Golden Roaring Banner also shot down at this moment, transforming into golden and blue light mist that circled and danced around the old man.

Han Li, hidden within the light barrier, witnessed this scene, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He could only barely unleash the sword array divine ability, which Qing Yuanzi called the "Qi Sword Gourd," by leveraging the elemental energy previously absorbed by the sword array. This divine ability uses a materialized gourd, with the sharp sword qi from the seventy-two Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords as its core, to nurture endlessly powerful Qi Swords using the energy of heaven and earth.

While this divine ability was indeed incredibly potent, the elemental energy of heaven and earth it consumed was also truly astonishing.

The previous two strikes had consumed a significant portion of the elemental energy absorbed by the sword array.

However, if the opponent believed that the Sword Gourd technique only possessed the power shown previously, they would be seeking their own demise. The true power of the Qi Swords generated by this divine ability depended entirely on the amount of elemental energy and spiritual power poured into them.

For the next strike, he was prepared to risk everything! Thinking this, Han Li's lips curled into a cold smile as he suddenly formed a hand seal with one hand and activated the sword array.

Instantly, the surrounding azure light barrier shimmered with spiritual light, and the azure lotus spun rapidly, completely transforming into beams of light that shot towards the enormous light sword in the air.

Azure light flickered across the sky; the azure light barrier unexpectedly thinned and finally dispersed with a hum, vanishing completely.

In an instant, only the seventy-two small azure swords remained in the surrounding void, each somewhat dim, suspended in mid-air.

With a hardened heart, Han Li poured all the spiritual power of the entire sword array into the Qi Sword.

Without the sword array's cover, Han Li's figure also became visible high in the sky.

After absorbing such a massive amount of spiritual power, the light sword's size dramatically increased by more than double, and its blade became exceptionally clear once again. Although its color remained five-hued, the dominance of azure was clearly far greater than the other four colors.

"Strike!"

Han Li pointed a single hand at the old man below, and a chilling voice suddenly emerged from his mouth.

The massive light sword slowly lifted and slashed down through the void.

The old man, now a gigantic armored warrior, also let out a loud roar simultaneously, and with the ancient greatsword in his hand, he likewise slashed through the air in the direction of the light sword.

After a piercing shriek, a thin ray of crystal light and a thick three-colored sword qi simultaneously appeared in the void between them. But as soon as they met, there was utter silence.

The peculiar crystal ray flickered, flashing across the surface of the three-colored sword qi, and immediately vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, the roaring three-colored sword qi, after a soft "bang" sound, dispersed and vanished.

Seeing this, the old man below, almost without thinking, blocked with the greatsword in his hand.

A crisp, clear "clang" rang out.

The old man stood rooted to the spot.

But the next moment, the greatsword, acting as a shield, suddenly showed an azure gleam diagonally across its surface, and then half of its blade silently slid off.

Behind the greatsword, which had been split in two, the small golden banner appeared.

But with a tremble of the banner, a blinding golden light burst from its pole, and it also split into two, falling from the sky. The cloth bag in the blue mist nearby, however, remained unharmed.

The old man, fully encased in his battle armor, gazed emotionlessly at the sky; his three-colored battle armor appeared completely intact, without a single scratch visible.

Han Li saw this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he likewise looked coldly at this formidable foe.

A hand he had kept hidden in his sleeve quietly moved, and an object silently dropped to the ground.

"Does this kind of attack have a name?" the old man's muffled voice resonated from within the battle armor, but what he asked made Han Li pause.

"Of course it does! The taste of the Qi Sword isn't very pleasant, is it?" Han Li said, a hint of a strange expression on his face.

"Hmph, it certainly has some divine power. Even I couldn't completely block it!" the old man snorted.

No sooner had he spoken than a faint azure line suddenly appeared in the middle of the three-colored battle armor.

Then the armor, which had appeared seamless, split open along the azure line, its cut edges as smooth as a mirror, and fell heavily to the ground.

As the armor fell, a massive arm also dropped to the ground along with half of the armor.

Fresh blood spurted from the shoulder, and a strong scent of blood filled the air.

But the old man merely turned his head to glance at his severed arm, and with an unblinking gaze, he shrugged his shoulder.

The severed arm, with a "whoosh," flew back to the wound on its own.

As a circle of white light flickered, it reattached effortlessly.

Immediately, energy surged within the old man's body. With a single-handed incantation, a dazzling red light flashed forth once more.

The nearby space instantly became incredibly hot.

Han Li watched the opponent's actions, his eyes slightly narrowed. He did not immediately attack; instead, his gaze flickered, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you truly believe it's that simple to heal the wound from the Qi Sword?"

"What? What do you mean by that?" The old man, surnamed Tu, was startled and instinctively looked at his injured arm again.

The result was an immediate change to an exceptionally grim expression. The arm, which had seemed to reattach normally, was inexplicably covered in blood-red again, and fresh blood flowed out once more.

"Heh heh. As long as you exert even a little force, this wound won't heal immediately. This is the true terror of the Qi Sword! I wonder, are you planning to suppress most of your strength and fight me, or are you going to let your vital essence slowly drain away like this?" Han Li chuckled, then suddenly shook his sleeve.

A loud buzzing sound erupted!

Dozens of golden flowers flew out from Han Li's sleeve. As soon as they emerged, they instantly grew to half a foot in size, revealing themselves to be dozens of monstrous, large beetles.

The old man, whose face had been expressionless despite his inner shock and fury at Han Li's words, could no longer maintain his composure the moment he clearly saw the beetles, and blurted out.

"Gold Devouring Beetles! You actually possess mature ones of these insects!" The old man's expression changed several times, and a hint of fear actually appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Han Li, however, said nothing more. He merely formed a hand seal with both hands, and the Gold Devouring Beetles swarmed directly towards the old man.

At the same instant, his own body erupted with golden light, golden scales appeared on his skin, a black light flickered between his brows, and a faintly black demonic eye materialized.

Simultaneously, a halo of golden light suddenly unfurled from his back.

Within the halo, the three-headed, six-armed Brahma Saint True Devil form appeared!

A clap of thunder sounded from Han Li's body, and countless golden lightning arcs densely flashed across his form. Then, he simultaneously flipped both hands.

Grey light flickered in one hand, and the dark, indistinct Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain reappeared.

With the other hand, he beckoned towards the surrounding Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords. Instantly, all the small swords shot forth, converging into an azure greatsword, about ten feet long, which landed in his grasp.

Only then did Han Li, with a cold expression, take a large stride, spanning over a dozen yards in an instant, and walked directly towards the old man below.

The old man naturally saw all of this clearly, and his face turned slightly green. His gaze swept over his arm, where he was again trying to stop the bleeding, and then glanced at the dozens of large golden beetles that were already approaching him.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a purple talisman.

With a "bang," the talisman exploded.

A cloud of purple mist instantly spread out, completely enveloping the old man's figure.

Seeing this familiar scene, Han Li's figure paused, and he actually stopped in mid-air, his brow furrowed slightly.

However, the dozens of Gold Devouring Beetles unceremoniously charged in, and in an instant, they were swallowed by the purple mist.

Han Li suddenly shook his sleeve towards the purple mist, and a powerful, howling white gust of wind surged forth.

Under the sweep of the strong wind, the purple mist was immediately cleared away.

The original spot was indeed as he had expected: completely empty.

Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light as he quickly scanned the ground, and he suddenly let out a low, clear chirp.

A moment later, golden light flashed on the ground. Dozens of Gold Devouring Beetles swiftly shot out from the soil, and after circling Han Li once, they vanished one by one back into his wide sleeve.

Just from this brief period of commanding them, Han Li felt that a significant portion of his spiritual sense had been consumed.

This was fortunate, as his divine sense had greatly increased after advancing to the Void Refinement stage; otherwise, he would never have dared to release so many Gold Devouring Beetles so easily.

However, under the gaze of his Spirit Eye divine ability, the old man of the Horned Yellow race had transformed into a purple shadow underground and had fled more than ten miles away as if flying.

Judging by his not looking back, it seemed he had genuinely been startled and retreated.