Chapter 725: Blood Demon Sword

"Who I am is irrelevant. The crucial point is, why are you so stubborn, Fellow Daoist? Hand over the Mental Confinement Seal token, and we will immediately let you go. As for this so-called Blood Demon Sword, I don't know what it is, but I believe it's not enough to pose a threat. It would be better if you didn't rely on it so heavily!" Han Li's words resonated unhurriedly through the hall.

"Not enough to pose a threat! Do you even know what the Blood Demon Sword is, to speak so boldly? Very well, I'll kill you first, and then Junior Sister Nangong will surely change her mind." The cold woman stared at Han Li, her lips pressed together in a ruthless expression.

She then bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital essence onto the loudly humming blood-red small sword. With both hands, she quickly formed a spell incantation.

The small, inch-long sword, glowing brightly with blood-red light, suddenly expanded to three feet in length, appearing crimson and sinister. Its腥 stench became nauseatingly strong.

However, the cold woman nonchalantly extended her slender hand, grasping the sword's hilt. Then, her entire body pulsed with spiritual light as she channeled all her spiritual power into the blood sword.

"No, attack quickly! Don't let her strike first!" Nangong Wan's face could no longer maintain its composure. She cried out anxiously to Han Li.

Nangong Wan was well aware of the Blood Demon Sword's terror and naturally didn't believe Han Li's claim that it wasn't a threat.

Therefore, without waiting for the Reincarnation Divine Light she was condensing to fully complete, she abruptly pointed at the massive halo above her head.

The moon-like halo above her head trembled, then began to spin rapidly. Moments later, a peculiar, long rainbow shot out from the halo, resembling a vivid streak of green light, exceptionally beautiful, and instantly appeared before the cold woman.

Seeing this, the cold woman casually tossed out the small triangular banner she had initially retrieved, without even looking.

As soon as the small banner left her hand, it transformed into a vast expanse of dark green, ominous mist, surging forward to meet the attack.

After a flash of light, the long rainbow plunged into the green mist. Muffled thuds emanated from within.

The long rainbow was like a dragon emerging from water. Upon contact, it immediately gained the upper hand, twisting and tumbling within the mist, attempting to break through in a single strike. However, the green mist clung to it like maggots to bone. Under the cold woman's spiritual sense, it entangled the rainbow layer by layer, refusing to let go, preventing it from breaking through the green mist's obstruction for a time.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan's face changed drastically. A flicker of joy, however, crossed the cold woman's face.

Then, the blood-red long sword in her hand swept across the air, making a downward cleave above Han Li's head, as if weighing a thousand pounds.

A violent spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared above Han Li's head, followed by a giant sword qi, about ten feet long.

This sword qi was crimson like blood, emanating an overpowering malevolence, and unceremoniously slashed downwards.

On the other side, after unleashing the sword strike, the cold woman appeared to have had most of her vital energy drained, her complexion turning crimson several times over. With a flash of light in her hand, the blood sword returned to its original size, floating back into her grasp.

The sword qi had only fallen halfway when the surrounding spiritual energy was instantly sucked dry by the blood-red sword qi, like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea. Han Li felt his entire body tighten. His movements were instantly restricted; he couldn't even form a spell incantation or move a single finger. He could only watch helplessly as the sword qi slowly, unhurriedly descended.

A wave of blood-scent assaulted him.

Upon witnessing this scene, Nangong Wan's face turned as pale as snow, while a mocking expression flickered across the cold woman's face.

Just as both women thought Han Li was in dire straits, Han Li, staring fixedly at the descending blood-red sword qi, took a deep breath.

A thunderous roar erupted, and golden light flashed wildly. A layer of faint golden electric arcs appeared all over Han Li's body.

The cold woman was momentarily stunned, and before she could react, the blood-red sword qi struck into the electric net.

With a deafening "rumble," electric light and blood energy intertwined.

The seemingly formidable giant sword qi, entangled by the golden arcs, flashed wildly, dashing left and right, yet was unable to sever the seemingly slender electric arcs.

Instead, it was gradually enveloped layer by layer, like a large fish caught in a net, struggling desperately.

The restriction on Han Li's body completely vanished the moment the golden arcs of the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder appeared.

He looked at the sword qi and golden arcs in the air, a hint of surprise on his face.

If his perception wasn't mistaken, although the golden net formed by the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder had trapped the blood-red sword qi, the Divine Thunder itself was rapidly depleting amidst the sword qi's struggles. If he hadn't released almost a third of his stored Divine Thunder at once, it would have been uncertain whether he could have contained this strange sword qi.

He had never before heard of a demonic evil artifact that the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder could not completely suppress.

Nevertheless, if this continued, the blood-red sword qi and the Divine Thunder above his head would likely both be severely damaged and dissipate.

He naturally wouldn't stand by and watch this outcome occur.

Thinking of this, Han Li's expression darkened. He raised both hands, and two exceptionally thick golden arcs shot out, precisely passing through the golden net and striking the blood-red sword qi.

After a moment of furious bombardment by the golden electric arcs, the sword qi let out a mournful cry and finally disintegrated, transforming into a small ball of blood mist that floated motionless in the air.

Without a second thought, Han Li pointed at the golden net above his head. The golden net immediately contracted, completely enclosing the blood mist. It formed a fist-sized golden ball, which landed in Han Li's hand.

Only then did Han Li shift his gaze, emotionlessly glancing at the woman opposite him.

The scene just witnessed had left the cold woman utterly dumbfounded, her face filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Even Nangong Wan's delicate mouth was slightly agape, frozen in place.

The full power strike of the Blood Demon Sword had been rendered ineffective, which greatly unnerved both women.

Since its mysterious appearance in Tiannan, no one knew whether this sword was an ancient treasure or a magic weapon.

Because this sword could be stored within the body like a magic weapon, yet it could not be refined and claimed as one's own like a magic weapon. Almost anyone who acquired this sword could unleash astonishing power.

Against this sword's ethereal cleave, there was almost nothing that could withstand it, aside from early evasion. Those who attempted to meet this sword head-on with cultivation techniques or magic weapons would almost certainly be cut in half.

Of course, using this sword required not only a large amount of vital essence and spiritual energy but also constant vigilance against the demonic qi backlash from the sword.

After using this sword, depending on the duration, the true essence within the user's body would become tainted with a trace of demonic nature. If too much demonic nature accumulated, there had been instances where Blood Demon Sword owners suffered a demonic qi backlash, losing their sanity and ultimately dying in a demonic frenzy.

There were several other similar treasures in Tiannan, so Tiannan cultivators simply referred to them as "demonic artifacts," harboring a love-hate relationship with them.

However, Han Li did not wait for the two women to recover. Instead, he let out a sharp cry, and the golden insect swarm hovering on the other side of the air began to hum, then surged overwhelmingly towards the cold woman.

Han Li's insect attack finally roused the cold woman from her disoriented state. With extreme anger and surprise, she opened her mouth, spitting out another small silver sword. Her hands quickly formed a spell.

The silver sword radiated intense light, enveloped in dazzling silver radiance.

With a soft "pfft" sound, the silver sword trembled and, within the light, transformed into thousands of fine silver threads that shot through the air.

They darted towards the golden insect swarm in the sky.

"Transforming sword into threads," Han Li murmured, frowning.

This Senior Sister of Nangong Wan was actually a sword cultivator; no wonder most of her magic treasures were flying swords.

Just then, the silver threads and golden swarm collided.

A loud "crackling" sound erupted, and countless golden flowers rained down from the sky. The golden swarm instantly thinned considerably.

Han Li's heart sank at this sight.

Were the Gold Devouring Beetles still unable to contend with Nascent Soul cultivators? This meant all his efforts had been in vain.

The silver sword threads instantly passed through the golden swarm, then turned around and pierced through the insect swarm once more.

Naturally, many more Gold Devouring Beetles fell from the sky.

Seeing this, the cold woman felt a slight sense of relief.

A few more passes like this, and these strange flying insects would all be annihilated. It seemed these flying insects were not to be feared.

Han Li was naturally greatly disappointed. But suddenly, his gaze swept over the falling, supposedly defeated insects, and a look of delight returned to his face.

These Gold Devouring Beetles, which should have been dead, all moved simultaneously, and after emitting a sharp cry, they spread their wings and flew up again, transforming back into golden flowers that coalesced into another insect swarm, rushing towards the cold woman.

And just then, a phoenix cry echoed from the green mist near her, followed by a burst of brilliant light. All the green mist suddenly dissipated completely, revealing a crimson full moon.

The moon flashed with light and enveloped the cold woman from above.

Seeing this, the cold woman's expression changed drastically.

She spun around within the light barrier, transforming into a streaking black and white rainbow, attempting to pierce through the hall's roof and escape.

Through their earlier exchange, she finally understood. Relying on her own strength alone, it would likely be difficult to contend with Han Li and Nangong Wan's combined efforts.

Therefore, she naturally had to escape the cave abode, gather others, and then return to subdue the two.

After all, no matter how powerful Han Li and Nangong Wan were, they could certainly not be a match for thousands of Masked Moon Sect disciples.

Furthermore, once outside, she could activate the Masked Moon Sect's protective grand formation, trapping them both inside.