Chapter 310: Big Showcase

Volume Three

A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Volume Three

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Han Li glanced at the magic tools beside him, then suddenly reached into his storage pouch and retrieved three identical small red forks.

He lightly tossed them out, and they immediately transformed into three streaks of red light, darting towards a black-robed cultivator.

This set of "Flaming Chain Flying Forks" was a spoil of war Han Li had acquired during the battle with the Blood Spider, presumably from some unfortunate soul who had perished. Their power was quite impressive. Because they were a complete set and easy to control, Han Li had kept them.

Han Li then pointed at his other magic tools, and after a long hum, two streaks of black light and six streaks of golden light also flew out in different directions.

It was only then that the terrifying power of Han Li's Great Development Art truly became apparent. He was controlling so many magic tools without the slightest disorder, which struck terror into the flag-wielding cultivator who saw such a multitude of top-tier magic tools hurtling towards him. He had no thought of trying to block them head-on.

He hastily threw the black flag in his hand towards the three red lights, intending to use a magic tool to dodge. However, as the three red lights twisted around it, the black flag immediately erupted in a burst of black light and shattered inch by inch.

Without the slightest pause, the three red lights then instantly reached the cultivator and struck his protective shield with immense force.

Pity, it was merely a low-level protective shield of a Qi Condensation stage cultivator. How could it withstand the combined attack of three top-tier magic tools? The shield held for only a moment before emitting a crisp cracking sound and dissipating into thin air.

As the cultivator watched in despair, the three red lights gently circled him. With a "whoosh," the black-robed cultivator transformed into a massive fireball, burning to ashes.

At the same time, the two black lights and six golden lights that had flown out later also soared towards the heads of two other cultivators. They effortlessly shattered their defensive magic tools and shields, cutting the cultivators in half.

At this, the other cultivators panicked. Who would still care about setting up a grand formation? Preserving their lives was paramount.

Most immediately turned and fled into the sky. Only a few braver, less intelligent cultivators unleashed their prized magic tools, desperate to block Han Li's attack.

Unfortunately, Han Li had no intention of engaging in a drawn-out fight with them. He pressed his assault with full, unreserved force.

The dozen or so streaks of gold, black, and red light swarmed forward together, regardless of what magic tool they encountered. Any obstructing magic tools were simply like eggs striking a stone; they were immediately shattered into countless fragments and vanished from existence. As for the owners of these magic tools, Han Li naturally showed no mercy, eliminating them all.

At this point, apart from the black-robed cultivators who had fled hundreds of yards away, the only ones remaining unmoved were the young prince, who stared with disbelief, and the masked figure beside him, who was likely Steward Wang. This so-called "Black Wind Formation" was rendered useless by Han Li's foresight before it could even exert any power.

Han Li's gaze shifted to the young prince and the masked figure, causing them to inwardly exclaim, "Not good!" They simultaneously adopted defensive stances, faint black light emanating from their bodies to obscure their forms, instantly making the area feel ominous.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Han Li sneered.

Although he didn't know what cultivation technique these two were using, it was clearly very similar to the bald giant's demonic art. He just wondered why their bodies emitted black light instead of the giant's bloody light. Was it due to different cultivation levels? Han Li pondered with some doubt.

Han Li didn't know that the young prince and the masked figure were inwardly lamenting their predicament!

Han Li's cultivation and the sharpness of his magic tools far exceeded what the two had anticipated in their plans.

They weren't strangers to Foundation Establishment cultivators, but Han Li's strength as a Foundation Establishment cultivator was simply incomparable to the sect's altar masters of the same stage. Let alone a one-on-one fight, even if two or three altar masters attacked together, they might not be this person's match.

His extreme speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and his strange ability to control over a dozen magic tools simultaneously—all of this was unheard of to them.

It now seemed that even the Blood Attendant might not be this person's opponent! Although the Blood Attendant seemed to be using some secret technique.

Though they were confident that their strength far surpassed other Qi Condensation cultivators, they weren't so arrogant as to believe they could fight Han Li by teaming up. Therefore, despite activating their secret techniques, they didn't advance; instead, they retreated cautiously and slowly.

In contrast, the Four Friends of Mount Meng were utterly dumbfounded by Han Li's display of immense power.

While these few knew Han Li was very strong, they had no reference point to gauge the true extent of his power.

But now, witnessing it firsthand, Han Li alone instantly killed five or six cultivators whose cultivation was similar to theirs, while the rest, terrified, fled far away and dared not look back. Such cultivation! Such techniques! They were truly convinced.

Han Li took a deep breath, intending to capture the young prince and Steward Wang in one go, when suddenly, a bestial roar filled with boundless madness erupted from the crimson light cluster on one side.

Upon hearing this sound, the young prince and the masked figure exchanged a surprised glance.

Han Li's expression turned serious. Ignoring the two cultivators opposite him, he quickly reached into his storage pouch, and a delicate magic tool appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, Han Li threw the object towards the crimson light cluster.

A small yellow bell, released from Han Li's hand, grew with the wind, transforming into a massive bronze bell five or six zhang tall in the blink of an eye. This was precisely the "Sky-Covering Bell," a spoil of war Han Li had obtained from Xuan Le, a cultivator of the Covering Moon Sect. It was this very magic tool that had trapped the ferocious Blood Spider, demonstrating its formidable power.

With a resounding "clang," the bell accurately enclosed the crimson light cluster, which was undergoing a strange transformation, instantly trapping it. No more roars could be heard.

Seeing Han Li's move, the young prince and the masked figure, who had just shown joy, were stunned into silence.

Could it be that this Blood Attendant was captured so easily?

Han Li turned his head, flashed a strange smile at the two, and then simultaneously raised both hands.

In an instant, countless fireballs of all sizes surged forth from his hands, raining down densely like a storm. The surrounding sky was dyed crimson.

This sight startled the young prince and the masked figure. They hastily released their respective defensive disk-shaped magic tools, positioning them in front of themselves.

A series of deafening explosions, crackling incessantly, left the young prince dizzy for a while.

Indeed, due to the sheer number of fireballs, a few strays directly struck the young prince, causing a significant portion of his protective black aura to scatter.

The disheveled young prince was both shocked and enraged. He knew very well that only by unleashing a large number of talismans simultaneously could such a grand display be created.

Just as the barrage of fireballs finally passed, a scream suddenly erupted beside him, making him flinch. He quickly turned to look.

He gasped, his eyes wide with horror.

This situation filled the young prince with dread, causing him to truly feel an unassailable fear of Han Li. He couldn't help but inwardly curse the Blood Attendant's uselessness.

Han Li cast a cold glance at the young prince, then unceremoniously ripped off the masked man's face covering. It was none other than Steward Wang of Prince Xin's Mansion. His originally gaunt face was now distorted by the pain of his severed arm.

"Impossible! How did you capture him? Our protective baleful aura isn't that easy to break through!" the young prince said, exhaling lightly. But then, he suddenly raised both hands, and a dozen streaks of inky light flashed and shot towards Han Li.

On Han Li's impassive face, a hint of mockery suddenly appeared.

He raised one hand, and a dark, shield-like object materialized before him.

The powerful black streaks struck it directly, but apart from a muffled thud, they had no effect whatsoever.

Startled, the young prince looked closely and realized that this "shield" was actually a colossal turtle shell. The shell was completely black and dull, indicating it had been specially refined.

Upon seeing this, the young prince's eyes darted. With a surge of black light, he suddenly flew backward like a bolt of lightning. Then, he turned and intended to flee like the other cultivators who had escaped.

However, as one of Han Li's essential targets for capture, how could he let the young prince escape so easily? With a flicker of his body, Han Li effortlessly appeared before the young prince. Raising a hand, a giant green sword several zhang long materialized out of thin air and unceremoniously slashed down at the young prince.

Seeing this, the young prince secretly rejoiced.

His protective baleful aura specialized in corrupting all sorts of magic tools. He didn't need to worry about the giant sword harming him; instead, he could use this opportunity as a cover to escape with all his might.

Thinking this, the young prince, who was still shooting backward, lifted his body, intending to directly soar over Han Li's head.