"You're full of crap!"

Feng Wuchen flew into a rage, grabbing the sword hilt with both hands simultaneously. He split the sword into two, transforming it into two willow-leaf longswords, one in each hand. With a gentle shake of his hands, both arms, along with the swords, began to sway like willows in a gentle breeze.

The two longswords in his hands, swaying continuously, actually seemed to split into branches full of dense willow leaves, with countless white sword lights dotting them, resembling lush foliage.

Han Li's pupils constricted slightly at the sight, but he didn't rashly make a move.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen abruptly swung his hands.

With a swing of the hundreds of willow branches formed from astral power, countless dense sword lights immediately shot towards Han Li like willow leaves carried by the wind, blanketing the sky.

Han Li's brow furrowed slightly, and he tapped his toes on the ground, preparing to retreat.

However, as soon as his body moved, causing a change in the surrounding airflow, the countless sword-light willow leaves seemed to be guided by the wind, their speed increasing several times, heading straight for him.

Seeing the sky full of willow leaves descending, like a rain of sword light, he was in danger of suffering a death by a thousand cuts.

To Feng Wuchen's surprise, Han Li's face showed little worry.

He simply extended his right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, and a small white shield flew out from his sleeve, hovering three feet away from him, drawn by a strand of astral power and bloodline aura.

The white shield trembled violently, the eighteen star patterns engraved on its surface shining brightly, as if a long-suppressed power was about to be unleashed.

"Awoo..."

Just as the sky full of willow-leaf sword light fell, a faint dragon roar seemed to resound.

The starlight on the white shield surged, and a layer of white halo suddenly bloomed from it, transforming into a dreamlike astral light curtain, enveloping Han Li.

"Bang bang bang..."

A storm of rapid booming sounds rang out, and countless willow-leaf sword lights fell from all directions, crashing into the astral light curtain, stirring up intense spatial ripples.

The astral light curtain trembled violently, the starlight on its surface dissipating rapidly like smoke, and the entire light curtain contracted towards Han Li, shrinking from a zhang away to three feet.

Feng Wuchen smirked at the sight.

Han Li remained calm, without the slightest hint of anxiety.

He kept his left hand behind his back, suddenly extending his right hand forward, his five fingers snapping open, and uttering a soft shout.

Immediately, spots of light began to flash on his body. The profound acupoints that had never been revealed before lit up one after another: fifty-four, seventy-two, eighty-five, ninety-nine...

Until the moment the one hundred and thirty-eighth profound acupoint on Han Li's body lit up, the seemingly suppressed Star Dipper Shield suddenly shifted, the eighteen star patterns flashing continuously, and a void dragon shadow emerged from it.

"Awoo..."

With a dragon roar, the dragon shadow, seemingly formed of starlight, shot out from the Star Dipper Shield, suddenly growing a hundred times larger, spiraling into the sky around Han Li's body, soaring into the heavens.

The intense spatial fluctuations stirred up by the dragon shadow transformed into a powerful vortex, sweeping in all directions, deflecting all the falling willow-leaf sword lights, shattering them in mid-air, transforming into starlight, and disappearing.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar, and the smile on Feng Wuchen's face froze.

"One hundred and thirty-eight profound acupoints..." Yao Li covered her mouth with one hand, exclaiming in surprise.

"How is that possible..." Du Long's eyes widened, revealing a look of shock.

Yi Liya clenched his hand in his sleeve, his face becoming extremely complex.

On the Gen-character platform, Gu Qianxun clenched her fists, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Above the high platform, Chen Yang's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air, leaning back into the stone chair.

He had always known that Han Li was hiding a lot of strength, but he didn't know exactly how strong he was.

Even because of Han Li's repeated performances, Chen Yang had developed an illusion, as if as long as Han Li was willing, the profound acupoints could continue to increase indefinitely...

"This Fellow Daoist Li is very good at hiding his strength. It's surprising that he only revealed it now," E Kui said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"City Lord E Kui is too kind. This Fellow Daoist Li, like Fellow Daoist Gu Qianxun, is a backbone of my Qingyang City," Chen Yang said without much explanation.

"Cough... Could this secretive person be a spy sent by Kui City? City Lord Chen, don't lose big because of small things and let someone take advantage of you," Qin Yuan coughed lightly, speaking in a strange tone.

"If City Lord Qin has no evidence, don't speak carelessly, or don't blame Chen for being rude," Chen Yang said coldly with a frosty expression.

"Cough cough... I would like to see how City Lord Chen is going to be rude. Do you want to fight here? Qin is willing to accompany you," Qin Yuan said in a displeased tone.

Fu Jian and Sun Tu remained silent, adopting a watching-the-tigers-fight-from-across-the-mountain stance.

Madam Liu Hua didn't look at Chen Yang and Qin Yuan from beginning to end, but just stared at the figure on the Kun-character platform.

"Nonsense," E Kui's voice turned cold, and he suddenly spoke.

At the same time, although his profound acupoints didn't light up, a powerful invisible pressure was released, as if he had instantly transformed from an unremarkable village man into an emperor who could cause millions of corpses to lie down.

Chen Yang and Qin Yuan didn't seem to have planned to fight in the first place, and almost simultaneously withdrew their auras, saying, "City Lord E Kui, calm down..."

E Kui heard this, hesitated for a moment, and then his expression suddenly relaxed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Qin Yuan was just joking, Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, don't mind it too much. It's a blessing for our Xuan City that your city can have such a good general."

"City Lord E Kui is right," Sun Tu and others said, flattering him.

Madam Liu Hua didn't care about the "excitement" around her, and her eyes were still fixed on the movement on the Kun-character platform.

In fact, most people's eyes were focused here at the moment. After all, compared to the in-city competition on the Qian-character platform, the fighting here had a clear smell of gunpowder, and it looked more intense and enjoyable.

"One hundred and thirty-eight profound acupoints, so what..."

Feng Wuchen sneered, flashed out, and stopped standing in place to attack, but moved quickly around Han Li, looking for loopholes in his defense.

His hands danced with the longswords, and the sword stance became more fierce than before. The willow-leaf sword lights that were produced became denser and more powerful, but Han Li's defense was always watertight, and he couldn't succeed at all.

The expression on Feng Wuchen's face became increasingly ugly.

At this moment, his figure suddenly stopped, and more than one hundred and fifty profound acupoints on his body lit up, and the willow-leaf slender sword he held in his hand was shining with starlight, and countless star-like runes emerged from it.

Immediately afterwards, a circle of dazzling white light waves rippled from the slender sword, and white starlight fell from mid-air like a myriad of streams flowing into the sea, converging on the willow-leaf slender sword, making a "buzzing" trembling sound.

Han Li recognized it at a glance. This move was the same one that had previously severely damaged Yi Liya's Obscure Armor Technique, and his expression became slightly solemn.

"Go..."

Feng Wuchen gave a low shout and waved his left hand, and the willow-leaf slender sword immediately flew out of his hand, turning into an extremely bright white light blade, shooting towards Han Li.

Wherever the light blade passed, the void rang continuously, collapsing one after another, its power much stronger than before.

Seeing this, the eighteen Vajra Strength Art profound acupoints on Han Li's arms shone brightly, and he pushed out with both palms.

The starlight on the Star Dipper Shield burst forth, and it seemed to suddenly enlarge a bit, meeting the white light blade.

With a loud "boom!"

Several spider-web-like black cracks split out from the void, and the intense starlight at the intersection of the white light blade and the Star Dipper Shield was even stronger than a raging fire, exploding in all directions.

The "sizzling" sound continued, accompanied by a faint cracking sound.

Han Li's eyes were like torches, and he saw a hair-thin shallow crack appearing on the eighteen star patterns in the center of the shield.

With the appearance of this crack, the starlight curtain released by the entire Star Dipper Shield suddenly trembled violently, and he could no longer protect his whole body as before, and large and small loopholes began to appear around it.

A trace of joy flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes, and the long sword in his right hand shook again like a willow branch.

Countless willow-leaf sword lights shot out from it, turning into a dense rain of violent swords, pouring down on Han Li's head.

The starlight curtain could no longer completely block it. More than a hundred sword lights fell straight down from above, and Han Li's clothes were torn into ragged pieces.

However, through the tattered clothes, a layer of True Essence Membrane could be seen on Han Li's body, shimmering and lustrous, still handling the cutting of the willow-leaf sword lights with ease, protecting his body from being torn apart.

Feng Wuchen sneered contemptuously, changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands, and more than one hundred and sixty profound acupoints all over his body lit up at the same time. The long sword in his hand even clinked and clanked, and bright spots emerged from it one after another.

"Star acupoints..." Han Li's heart stirred at the sight.

Through Chen Yang's explanation, he learned about the existence of star acupoints on star artifacts when he later refined the Star Dipper Shield.

Just like people have profound acupoints, the number of star acupoints also represents the level of star artifacts. The more star acupoints, the more powerful the astral power contained in the star artifact, but the more difficult it is to refine.

When cultivators refine star artifacts more closely, using them can reach the point where they are as easy as using their own arms and fingers, and the star acupoints on the star artifacts will become reliable pillars for their power to increase, just like the cultivator's profound acupoints.

There are a total of eighteen star acupoints on the Star Dipper Shield. Han Li has only been refining it for a short time, and can only activate eight profound acupoints to show their power, which is far less than Feng Wuchen, who has completely refined the willow-leaf slender sword long ago.

He saw that there were twenty-one star acupoints on the long sword in his hand, shining brightly, and his aura also skyrocketed, and there seemed to be a bit more fanaticism in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his figure flashing, and he came in front of Han Li in an instant. The long sword in his hand slashed diagonally upwards from a strange angle in the lower right, suddenly towards the vital point of Han Li's abdomen.

The Star Dipper Shield had been full of flaws before, and this was one of them!