The black-robed man reappeared, enveloped in a golden light. At first glance, he seemed completely unharmed, but a closer inspection revealed several inconspicuous, thumb-sized bloodstains on one of his cuffs, barely noticeable against the dark fabric.
However, the cultivators present, all at least at the Nascent Soul stage, could not possibly overlook the bloodstains on the black-robed man's sleeve. A low murmur immediately arose from the audience below, with many people showing expressions of shock and surprise.
The two early Integration stage cultivators from the Feng Family exchanged glances, their expressions turning grim. In contrast, Fairy Xiaofeng and Elder Xiao revealed unconcealed delight.
Han Li, still hovering in the air on his azure mini-mountain, simply gazed at his opponent below, appearing completely unperturbed. However, the faint azure light flickering around the mini-mountain indicated that it could transform into countless sword qi at any moment, ready to engulf the opponent again.
"That wasn't Primordial Magnetic Divine Light; it must be Grand Unity Azure Light! Colorless, formless, and unparalleled in its sharpness, even my protective treasure couldn't fully block it. It truly lives up to its terrifying reputation." The black-robed man suddenly raised an arm, and an azure hand emerged from his sleeve. It was stained with blood and clearly perforated by several small holes, injuries from the sword qi.
"Fellow Daoist Hui's divine ability is equally extraordinary," Han Li remarked with a faint smile, gazing at the black-robed man's azure hand. "To be able to withstand the Grand Unity Azure Light with just your physical body, I'd say the toughness of your hand is no less than that of an ordinary defensive spiritual treasure."
"Heh heh, this hand of mine is just a little special," the black-robed man chuckled coldly. "But since it's already been revealed, I suppose I'll have to use some of my trump cards to truly seek Fellow Daoist Han's guidance." With a flash of spiritual light, the bloodied holes on his palm mysteriously healed and vanished.
At the same time, the man took a deep breath, and a layer of black mist flickered across his body. Countless black patterns appeared on his skin. These patterns moved erratically across the black-robed man's body, spreading over his limbs, face, and entire being, as if alive. From a distance, the man seemed to transform into a demonic being, his aura becoming incredibly strange!
Seeing this, Han Li showed some interest. He made a grabbing motion in the air, and a shimmering silver short ruler appeared in his palm.
Just then, Patriarch Long, outside the energy barrier, suddenly spoke, his eyes flashing: "Elder Hui, I helped you cultivate this divine ability not for exhibition matches. This Fellow Daoist Han is quite powerful; you won't defeat him easily. Let me personally test his strength. Elder Hui, please step down for now."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Patriarch Long's feet emitted a thunderous sound. He shot out like a silver electric arc, and with a single flicker, he appeared beside the black-robed man, seemingly ignoring the massive energy barrier.
The black-robed man, whose face had been contorted in a ferocious grin, involuntarily changed his expression. But as his gaze met Patriarch Long's impassive face, his heart tightened, and he nodded somewhat reluctantly: "No need to worry, Brother Long, I know what I'm doing. However, since Brother Long also seems interested in stepping onto the stage, I'll yield Fellow Daoist Han to you."
With that, the black-robed man immediately ceased his technique with a single-hand incantation. The black patterns covering his entire body gradually faded from dark to light, eventually disappearing from his skin. Then, after a deep glance at Han Li, the black-robed man transformed into a black streak and flew out of the energy barrier.
"Fellow Daoist Long, do you intend to make a personal move? I must say, I'm quite flattered!" Han Li asked with a light chuckle as Patriarch Long's gaze swept over him, showing no trace of fear.
"I, Long, am already at the late Integration stage, while you have only recently advanced to the Integration stage," Patriarch Long said, his hands clasped behind his back, his voice exceptionally cold. "Lest you accuse me of bullying, if you can withstand just three of my moves, I will immediately concede and step off the platform!"
"Three moves! Very well. I, Han, might just have to give it a try." Han Li was momentarily surprised by these words, then a smile spread across his lips.
Hearing the exchange between the two on stage, the other cultivators below erupted into another wave of commotion. Han Li's previous display of divine abilities, comparable to those of a mid-stage cultivator, had already drawn considerable attention. Now, hearing that Patriarch Long, a grand cultivator of the late Integration stage, had set a three-move challenge, everyone became incredibly excited. For these ordinary disciples of the True Spirit Families, this True Spirit Grand Ceremony was truly an eye-opener. To witness the divine abilities of a late Integration stage cultivator made the trip entirely worthwhile. After all, in previous ceremonies, any True Spirit Family that faced the Long Family would voluntarily concede, so no one had ever witnessed the moves of the Long Family's foremost cultivator.
"First move!" Patriarch Long clearly had no intention of saying anything more to Han Li. With a low shout, one of his hands, previously clasped behind his back, suddenly shot forward in a grasping motion.
With a *whoosh*, half the sky darkened. The surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy violently churned, directly condensing into a massive golden hand, several meters in size, above Han Li's head. Five-colored runes swirled on its surface, and Sanskrit chants emanated from within as it swooped down to seize Han Li. Before the colossal hand even descended, Han Li felt the air around him tighten, becoming as hard as steel, preventing him from moving an inch.
A sharp glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. Suddenly, the space above his head rippled, and a dark, indistinct mini-mountain mysteriously appeared. A murky gray light mist rolled downwards, and Han Li felt his body loosen, immediately regaining his freedom of movement. He promptly raised a hand, clear as jade, and gently patted the air. Five-colored flames surged out from his five fingers in an instant, then condensed into a crystal-like, five-colored grand hand, which rose to meet the incoming attack.
With a *boom*, the golden colossal claw collided with the five-colored grand hand. The two only briefly held their ground before the colossal claw, with a flash of golden light, forcefully crushed the five-colored grand hand into pieces. Seeing this, Han Li showed no panic. Instead, after a slight twitch of his lips, he suddenly extended a finger and pointed upwards. With a flash of crystalline light, the fragmented remains of the five-colored grand hand transformed into five-colored cold flames, engulfing the golden colossal claw. The golden colossal claw's descent immediately halted. Then, with a flicker of spiritual light on its surface, it was encased in a large block of five-colored cold ice, suspended motionlessly in mid-air.
Patriarch Long's eye twitched at the sight, but he sternly declared: "Second move!"
No sooner had he spoken than he clapped a hand on his head, and a dragon's roar immediately soared skyward. Then, with a flash of spiritual light, a golden Flood Dragon phantom flew out from the top of his head. After circling once in the air, it suddenly plunged down towards his body, shaking its head and tail. The next moment, a brilliant golden light erupted from Patriarch Long's body. Golden scales appeared on his cheeks and limbs, and a several-inch-tall golden horn sprouted from his forehead. He had transformed into a half-dragon demonized state. With a slight movement of his feet, thunder rumbled, and he vanished from his spot in a flash.
Almost simultaneously, Han Li heard a thunderclap above his head, and Patriarch Long's figure instantly appeared there. He raised an arm, his scaled golden palm spreading its five fingers, and slowly grasped downwards. With a dull *boom*, an inhumanly vast force pressed down from above. Han Li's pupils slightly contracted. In a momentary daze, he felt as if that seemingly small hand had suddenly enveloped the entire Myriad Spirit Platform, making it impossible to evade. If the immense force contained within that grasp truly pressed down, even with his exceptionally powerful physical body, he would absolutely not be able to withstand the blow.
With this thought, Han Li, without hesitation, activated his spiritual sense. The black mountain above his head swayed and aggressively charged towards the opposing golden hand. Simultaneously, a golden light flashed, and a golden figure emerged from behind him, transforming into a several-meter-tall golden phantom with three heads and six arms, its face ferocious.
At this moment, a tremendous boom echoed in the air! The moment the black mountain and the golden hand made contact, it was as if they had collided with another colossal object. With a jolt, the mountain was directly sent flying sideways. The golden hand, however, remained completely unaffected and continued its downward grasp towards Han Li.
Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened. The Brahma Saint Devil Manifestation behind him simultaneously raised all six arms, and six fists lashed out like a storm, furiously striking upwards. With a flash of silver light, Han Li himself swung the silver ruler in his hand, and a several-meter-long silver ruler shadow followed closely behind the fist shadows, slashing upwards. The next moment, incessant explosions filled the air above as the golden fist shadows and the power transformed from the silver ruler shadow completely engulfed the space above him. The ruler shadows in Han Li's hand converged, then the silver ruler continuously transformed: from one to ten, then ten to a hundred, then a hundred to a thousand… In an instant, thousands of silver short rulers surged out from Han Li's hand, forming a silver torrent that swept furiously towards the sky.
Outside the energy barrier, most of the onlookers were dumbfounded upon seeing Han Li unleash such a terrifying divine ability, while a small number gasped in awe. But at this very moment, Patriarch Long's cold snort echoed from the void above Han Li, followed by an earth-shattering boom! Under the impact of an utterly terrifying and immense power, the golden fist shadows and the countless silver short rulers simultaneously disintegrated and vanished. A golden palm flickered and appeared only about three meters above Han Li's head, then unhesitatingly gripped downwards.
Just then, however, the nearby void suddenly rippled, and another azure fist extended out, striking the golden palm with lightning speed. That seemingly unstoppable golden palm was actually knocked aside by a single blow from the azure fist. Seizing the opportunity, Han Li's shoulder flickered, and his figure blurred, vanishing from his original spot. He reappeared at another location, only about thirty meters away, and looked up at the owner of the golden fist. His gaze was as calm as water.
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