Chapter 2457: True Immortal Descends Slaying the Deer (Part 2)

(Wang Yu)Chapter 2418: Slaying the Deer (Part 2)

Han Li's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, a pale yellow gourd, about an inch high, appeared in his palm. He tossed it forward. The gourd flipped over, and after crystalline runes appeared on its surface, its size rapidly expanded. In an instant, it transformed into a gigantic object the size of a house.

Han Li pointed a finger at it. A rumbling sound erupted from inside the giant gourd, spewing out countless sparkling points of light. These were clear, faba bean-sized grains of sand. It was precisely the Blazing Fiend Golden Adamantine Sand that Han Li had obtained years ago in the Demon Realm.

The sand grains swirled in the void. Suddenly, one became a hundred, and a hundred became a thousand, strikingly transforming into a sea of crystal sand.

"Go!" Han Li flicked his sleeve and let out a cold, low shout.

With a roar, the crystal sand also surged overwhelmingly towards the opposing side. In an instant, the two seas of sand violently collided high in the sky, emitting a grating "cha-cha" sound. Simultaneously, blinding yellow and crystal-colored light burst forth.

The yellow sand surged wildly, constantly transforming into various demonic beasts like tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves, fiercely tearing and charging towards the opposing crystal sand. Yet, the crystal sand sea seemed like a bottomless ocean. No matter how strangely the opposing yellow sand transformed, it merely caused each of its sand grains to slowly rotate, grinding every single yellow sand grain it touched into shattering fragments.

The clash between the two quickly showed a clear victor. The yellow sand sea visibly shrank, and after just a few breaths, its size was less than half of what it had been.

Yang Lu, seeing this scene in the yellow wind, was slightly stunned. But immediately, he let out a cold snort and suddenly took a massive stride forward. With a "bang," after a violent spatial fluctuation, Yang Lu's colossal figure suddenly traversed several hundred zhang, appearing above Han Li.

His two fleshy palms merely crossed slightly in front of him, then pressed down fiercely as if they were small mountains. Before the two fleshy palms truly descended, two layers of nearly transparent white halos bloomed from his palms, and a suffocating, viscous force immediately enveloped Han Li.

Han Li's sword-like brows twitched. With one hand, he grabbed at the void, and a several-foot-long green longsword appeared in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed it upwards. A flash of green light! A green rainbow, dozens of feet long, shot up into the sky, and after a fleeting moment, it violently struck the milky white halo.

A muffled thud! The green and white lights swirled and flickered, and the green rainbow was instantly repelled. Seeing this, Han Li was not surprised; instead, he smiled. One of his arms suddenly became noticeably thicker, and purple-gold scales appeared on his skin. Then he fiercely punched upwards.

Seeing this, a ferocious grin appeared on Yang Lu's face. His shoulders suddenly swayed, and two more surges of immense power instantly poured into his two fleshy palms. As his palms descended, the milky white halos became even more dazzling and blinding, and the viscous force enveloping Han Li also thickened by several degrees. This beast intended to crush Han Li into a pulp with a single strike.

The moment Han Li's seemingly slender fist contacted the milky white halo, a formation of countless silver patterns lit up on it, and an incredible, terrifying force surged from within. With an earth-shattering "boom," the two layers of milky white halos shattered inch by inch almost simultaneously, and Yang Lu's two fleshy palms were forcefully blasted apart.

When this terrifying force struck Yang Lu's body, his colossal body trembled, and he involuntarily staggered backward. After more than a dozen "thump-thump" steps, the beast finally regained its footing. His gaze towards Han Li became a mix of genuine shock and fury. After a low roar, he opened his mouth, and a hazy white wind bomb, about a zhang in diameter, shot out. After a flash, it instantly appeared inches away from Han Li. At this moment, the immense wind pressure carried by the wind bomb suddenly produced a piercing shriek in the nearby void.

With a "bang!" Han Li's purple-gold arm was just a blur. The giant wind bomb also became a blur as it was struck flying. Then, in a distant spot on the ground, it exploded like a white scorching sun. The immense shockwave that swept forth leveled everything within a radius of a li in that area.

Witnessing this, Yang Lu's face turned ashen. At this moment, Han Li, expressionless, formed a hand seal with one hand. His body radiated intense purple-gold light, which completely engulfed his entire being. Simultaneously, the cries of a phoenix and the roars of a dragon emanated from within. When the purple-gold light receded again, a demonic deity with three heads and six arms, a single horn on its head, and its entire body covered in purple-gold scales instantly appeared in his original spot.

The demonic deity, with its three pairs of silver eyes, merely gave Yang Lu a cold glance, then stepped forward, walking through the void. A series of soft thuds resonated! With each step the demon took, its body abruptly grew larger. After barely a dozen steps, it had transformed into a colossal entity no smaller than Yang Lu.

"This form is my strongest state; the real battle begins now," a buzzing voice emanated from the demonic deity that Han Li had transformed into. "Fellow Daoist, as a true spirit, I wonder how many of my moves you can withstand." Then, a flash of emerald light appeared on one of its arms, and a dark green wooden sword strikingly materialized in thin air. With just a slight shake, a wave of law fluctuation immediately rippled outwards in circles.

"A True Demon Body, and a Profound-Heaven Treasure!" Even though Yang Lu was always well-informed, after clearly seeing Han Li's transformation and the wooden sword in his hand, he gasped aloud, and his heart sank to its lowest depths.

On the other side, within a crimson fire cloud spanning over a dozen li, streaks of silver sword light flashed wildly and erratically, and thunderous roars occasionally emanated from it. With a clear sky thunderclap, all sword light vanished, and a thousand-zhang-long, sky-piercing silver giant sword suddenly appeared above the fire cloud and slashed downwards.

From within the fire cloud, a strange roar rang out, and a monstrous flood dragon, covered in long crimson whiskers, burst forth, spewing balls of thunderfire as it met the silver giant sword. With a flash of silver light, the giant sword transformed into a hazy silver sword curtain and appeared beneath the monstrous flood dragon, forcefully slicing the entire fire cloud into two halves. Then, the giant sword blurred and suddenly vanished, and in its place, an ordinary-looking gray-robed man appeared.

The man was drenched in sweat. A small portion of his body had vanished into thin air, and his wounds were charred black, with no blood flowing. Yet, he looked with lingering fear at the motionless monstrous flood dragon high above. "A Fire-Whiskered Beast," he murmured, "there actually exists such a sacred beast of fire in this world. It seems this one was brought by that immortal from the Immortal Realm. Too bad it's just a puppet, completely devoid of intelligence. Otherwise, unless I used that ninth-tier truth-extinguishing technique, there would be no possibility of victory. But even so..." The gray-robed man lowered his head and looked at his body, which showed no signs of recovery even after he activated a secret restoration technique. He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

At this moment, the motionless monstrous flood dragon high in the sky trembled. Its colossal body immediately exploded into countless fragments, and masses of crimson flames surged wildly from within, sweeping overwhelmingly in all directions. The gray-robed man was startled. Without hesitation, he let out a long cry and once again transformed into a silver giant sword, shooting skyward, forcefully piercing through the sea of fire.

After a full tea-burning time, the crimson sea of fire gradually diminished and eventually dissipated and extinguished. At this moment, a ripple appeared where the monstrous flood dragon had been, and the gray-robed man silently reappeared. He glanced around, and seeing that nothing had been left behind, his expression turned as grim as water.

After pondering for a while in his original spot, with his expression constantly shifting, he still let out a sigh. He stomped his foot abruptly and transformed into a streak of sword light, piercing through the air and departing. "Fire-Whiskered Son, he actually failed," Ma Liang muttered twice in a voice almost too low to hear, his face showing surprise.

"Hmph, if you hadn't refused to undo the soul restrictions on me, preventing me from even unleashing one-tenth of my full power, how could a mere lower-realm inhabitant have defeated me?" another sharp, thin voice simultaneously emerged from the nearby void. Then, a faint ripple appeared about a zhang in front of him, and several egg-sized crimson fireballs silently emerged. After suddenly flashing towards the center simultaneously, a small crimson figure condensed out of thin air and expressionlessly stared at the True Immortal before it.

"Hmph, as for lifting your restrictions, don't even dream about it in this realm," Ma Liang said with a snort. "Unless we return to the Immortal Realm, I would never risk doing such a thing. It's already good enough that you can be conscious for a while now. But I will soon put your soul back to sleep. With your strength, just your indestructible body alone is enough for me." As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spat, and a streak of golden light instantly swept out.

The moment the small crimson figure came into contact with the golden light, the coldness in its eyes gradually dissipated and faded, replaced once again by its original dazed and numb expression. Ma Liang flicked his sleeve, and several golden talismans flew out and firmly adhered to the small figure. Next, he took out a blue jade box. After opening the lid, he shook it towards the front, and a wisp of white energy instantly swept out, sucking the small figure into it from thin air.

Ma Liang put away the jade box, then raised his head and glanced towards the sky, his brow furrowing subconsciously. At this moment, although the sky was still filled with continuous roaring sounds of battle, neither the eight five-clawed blood dragons nor the four blood-colored giants were gaining the upper hand; they were completely at a disadvantage. Under the might displayed by several Grand Ascension stage experts like Jue Gangzi and the four Black Horned Beasts, they had to retreat to the vicinity of the Blood River, and only by relying on the vast true essence continuously pouring from the Blood River could they barely regain their footing.

But clearly, this resistance would not last much longer.

Ma Liang's gaze swept over the various battlefields around the Blood River for a moment. Then, turning his head again, he strikingly looked at a palm-sized light screen nearby. On that light screen, a colossal three-headed, six-armed demon was holding a dark green giant sword in one hand and the half-mutilated body of a giant beast in the other.

"A True Demon Body, a Profound-Heaven Treasure," Ma Liang muttered to himself. "I didn't expect the people guarding the array cores to be so troublesome; neither of them succeeded. It seems this time, I'll have to unseal again. However, since the target's whereabouts have been found, there's no need to hold back anymore." With a flick of one hand, another golden talisman instantly appeared.