Chapter 2120: Treasure Flower Appears

Volume Ten: War in the Demon Realm

The three-headed demonic flood dragon, which had been circling beneath the black-robed youth, was now nowhere to be seen above the pond and mountains. It was unclear whether it had also perished, affected by the recent self-detonation, or if the black-robed youth had used a secret technique to retrieve it beforehand.

"Hmph, I never thought a mere Integration cultivator could emerge completely unharmed from that self-detonation," the black-robed youth scoffed. "It seems I underestimated you somewhat. However, everyone else here has already lost their lives, and you will be no exception. I will personally take your life." With a glint in his eye, he glanced at the injuries on his side, which were rapidly recovering, then looked coldly at Han Li as he spoke.

"If I'm not mistaken," Han Li replied with unusual composure, narrowing his eyes slightly, "the vital energy you expended during that self-preservation was far greater than mine. And with your physical body recovering, your demonic qi is probably less than a third of what it was before."

"Even if that's true, what of it!" the black-robed youth retorted, laughing in extreme anger. "Under my Black Demonic Dagger, do you really think you can escape by relying on your own strength? Besides, the restrictions in this valley have been broken, so my absorption of external demonic qi is now incomparable to before." With a sudden swing, he slashed his black giant sword into the void above.

A tearing sound ripped through the air!

A dark sword light, over a hundred zhang long, roared forth and aggressively swept towards the high heavens.

Han Li's expression subtly changed at this. His thoughts raced, and a golden light flashed behind him, as his three-headed, six-armed Golden Body Dharma Idol reappeared. Then, with a shake of his arms, he seemed about to assume a specific stance.

But just then, a remarkably pleasant female voice echoed from the nearby high heavens:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Fellow Daoist Yuanyan would still be so boastful. This humble one is also on this island now. Do you intend to kill me as well?"

No sooner had the voice faded than, from an even higher point where the black sword light had swept, a cluster of pink petals emerged and swirled together to form a gigantic pink flower, roughly an *mu* in size, which spun ceaselessly.

A rich floral fragrance emanated, and countless pink runes surged out from the giant flower.

A dark light flashed, and the enormous sword light was inexplicably drawn into the giant flower.

After the gigantic pink flower flashed wildly, it transformed from its massive size into just a few zhang across.

As its petals trembled slightly, a ripple appeared at its center, and a man and a woman silently materialized.

One wore a flowing white dress, ethereal and graceful, while the other wore monstrous black armor, with an ugly face!

They were none other than Saint Ancestor Baohua and Black Crocodile!

"You!"

Upon seeing the woman in white, Saint Ancestor Yuanyan cried out in shock, losing all composure. A hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Yuanyan hasn't forgotten this humble one," Saint Ancestor Baohua said calmly to the black-robed youth, her beautiful eyes shimmering. "However, after all these years, your cultivation hasn't shown any progress. It appears Fellow Daoist Yuanyan still hasn't cultivated the spirit grass you desired."

At this moment, Han Li's expression subtly changed upon seeing the sudden appearance of Saint Ancestor Baohua. However, after his eyes darted around a few times, he lowered the arm he had slightly raised.

Ever since entering the Demon Realm, he had vaguely sensed that something had been monitoring their group's movements from the shadows. However, no matter if he used his spiritual eyes or divine sense to investigate, he found nothing. Old Ancestor Long and the others had also not discovered anything, and could only bury their doubts about it in their hearts.

Now, upon seeing this woman in white, he naturally had a sudden realization.

Saint Ancestor Yuanyan no longer paid attention to Han Li. He stared intently at the woman in white, his expression fluctuating for a while, before he suddenly twisted his face into a snarl and said:

"Baohua, when did you arrive here? How dare you even enter the Saint Realm? I must say, I'm 'impressed'."

"Why wouldn't I dare enter the Saint Realm?" Saint Ancestor Baohua calmly countered, raising a jade-like hand to smooth the strands of hair on her shoulder. "Am I supposed to be afraid of you and Six Extremes joining forces? I was already on this island before you arrived, and I watched this entire 'good show' from beginning to end."

"So, you colluded with these Spirit Realm cultivators to bring them here?" The black-robed youth's eyes flickered slightly.

"It wasn't collusion, merely going with the flow," Baohua said indifferently. "I also didn't expect them to have a Pseudo-Immortal Puppet, or that even Spirit Kings would send two strands of their split souls to mix among them. Now it seems, this step wasn't a mistake. You were severely wounded by them."

"Hmph, if not for being on this Bitter Spirit Island, where I cannot fully exert my divine abilities or demonic treasures, would I have been injured by a mere self-detonation?" The black-robed youth snorted coldly, his voice sinister. "Baohua, you don't need to try and bluff me. I personally inflicted the Nightmare Blood Curse on you back then. Even with your True Demon physique, you can never recover your original strength. Currently, your divine abilities are probably only two or three tenths of what they once were. Moreover, even at your peak power, do you truly think you could kill me?"

"You're right!" the woman in white replied casually. "Not only did I suffer a vicious attack from Six Extremes back then, but I was also ambushed by you with the Nightmare Blood Curse. Most of my magic power had to be used to suppress my injuries. But do you think I would appear here without a certain level of confidence?"

"Even if you have some means to fight to the death with me," Saint Ancestor Yuanyan said, his facial muscles twitching before he immediately spoke with a fierce glare. "Don't forget, the Nightmare Great Law I cultivate possesses seven Blooddrop Primordial Spirits. Even if I lose my current main primordial spirit, soon after, one of the other Blooddrop Primordial Spirits will automatically convert into the main one. You would merely be wasting your efforts."

Though he spoke with an air of ease, his words clearly showed extreme apprehension towards Baohua.

"With my current methods, I indeed cannot eliminate all your Blooddrop Primordial Spirits," Saint Ancestor Baohua said, smiling faintly as she retorted. "However, once you lose your main primordial spirit and have to cultivate anew, how much confidence do you have in surviving the next Heavenly Demonic Tribulation?"

"If I cannot survive the next Heavenly Demonic Tribulation, I will certainly not let you off easy!" Upon hearing this, the black-robed youth's face lost all composure, and he let out a furious roar. "At worst, I will descend to the Spirit Realm in my true form and personally hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"Descending in your true form sounds easy enough," Baohua said, letting out a soft laugh with a hint of mockery at the corner of her lips. "But aren't you afraid of those old monsters in the Spirit Realm joining forces to erase your true form? If it were easy to descend, I would have done so long ago."

"Baohua, you're wrong about that," Saint Ancestor Yuanyan said with a sneer after a moment of silence. "Just because you couldn't do it back then doesn't mean the current three Saint Ancestors cannot do the same."

"Oh, so that's the case," Baohua said, her expression turning solemn as she spoke. "It seems you three have truly accomplished something in these years we haven't met. But it doesn't matter; I didn't originally enter the Saint Realm for you this time. Regarding the events of back then, tracing it back to its roots, only Six Extremes is my true nemesis. You were at most an accomplice. If I were in your place back then, I would have also attacked without hesitation. Therefore, before I eliminate Six Extremes, I have no intention of fighting you to the death."

"Is that true?" Saint Ancestor Yuanyan's heart stirred, but he still said coldly.

"Although my cultivation was a cut above yours back then, leaving you here in my current state would be too costly," Baohua said, shaking her head. "It would be counterproductive to my injury recovery. I can make a Heavenly Demonic Oath in front of you that I will not attack you before my magic power fully recovers."

"In that case, what is your purpose in coming here today?" Saint Ancestor Yuanyan's expression froze, a hint of surprise and doubt in his eyes. "Don't tell me you just came to see my pathetic state."

"If you weren't carrying this Black Demonic Dagger, I might indeed have had other ideas," the woman in white said slowly. "But as it is now, I only came for him." She raised an arm, pointing a jade-like finger directly at Han Li.

Han Li, who had been quietly listening to the two Demon Race Saint Ancestors' conversation from afar, saw this and his expression suddenly changed drastically. He shouted loudly, "Not good!"

The three-headed, six-armed phantom on his body suddenly flashed forward, once again transforming into a golden body that blocked in front of him. At the same time, Han Li suddenly raised an arm, his palm spreading its five fingers open.

With a muffled "boom."

The Boundless Saint Golden Body trembled, and a certain spot on its chest suddenly caved in. A white light flashed, and a fist-sized hole inexplicably appeared, as a terrifying, invisible attack penetrated through it and shot towards Han Li's true body.

Upon seeing the Golden Body in such a state, Han Li instinctively let out a low roar. A dark green light suddenly burst from his arm, and he met the attack directly with an open palm.

After an earth-shattering boom, a violent ripple erupted in front of Han Li, sweeping wildly outwards in all directions. At the same time, a hazy green hurricane visibly rose into the sky.

The woman in white frowned.

That previous strike had used almost eighty percent of her available magic power, an attack infinitely close to the Grand Ascension stage, yet Han Li had forcefully blocked it. This was truly beyond her expectations.

After all, according to her original thoughts, although Han Li's divine abilities were not weak and he possessed several extremely mysterious treasures, he should have exhausted all his means during the previous Pseudo-Immortal Puppet's self-detonation. Thus, a full-power strike should have easily succeeded.

However, as one of the original three Saint Ancestors of the Demon Race, she naturally didn't only possess such limited means. Immediately after exhaling lightly, she suddenly flipped her slender, jade-like hand.

Immediately, a burst of pink light emanated from her palm, and a crystal-clear pink flower bud slowly emerged.

Baohua casually glanced at Han Li, and with a slight flick of her wrist, was about to toss the flower bud out. But in the next moment, her expression suddenly changed, and the object in her hand froze, remaining perfectly still.

She saw that the green hurricane in the distance had suddenly dissipated completely, revealing Han Li, who was still holding up a palm to block in front of him.

However, at the center of Han Li's open palm, a fluctuating sword shadow had astonishingly appeared!