Wang Yu
Chapter 437 Old Grudges
Back then, he had painstakingly managed for many years, gathering thousands of spiritual swords at the cost of offending many forces, only to see everything turn into bubbles.
Because of this, he didn't know how many times he had been secretly ridiculed by his fellow disciples of the Candle Dragon Path!
Today, with his great revenge repaid, how could he not laugh heartily?
“Fellow Daoist Xiong Shan, if you hadn't wanted to refine my natal flying sword back then, how could I have stolen your sword essence? You and I both come from the Candle Dragon Path and have worked together in the Unstable Alliance. We have had many interactions in the past. Why not turn hostility into friendship today and let me take away my natal flying sword?” Han Li straightened his body and said, looking up.
His voice was not loud, but like a sharp sword, it pierced through layers of barriers and reached Xiong Shan's ears.
"What a joke! Back then, I only blamed myself for being blind, unable to recognize your true colors, and always being played by you like a fool. Although I noticed something later, the time was not ripe, so I naturally let you continue to enjoy yourself. Now that you have delivered yourself to my door, I will naturally refine you, along with your natal flying sword, into my supreme immortal sword!" Xiong Shan snorted coldly.
“Since you are unwilling to settle this matter amicably, then don't blame Han for being ruthless," Han Li said coldly, his expression turning cold.
"You dare to spout nonsense even when death is imminent, truly ignorant and reckless!" Xiong Shan said, but for some reason, hearing Han Li's words made his heart tremble inexplicably.
Han Li suddenly let out a violent shout, his muscles quickly bulging, his figure instantly rising a hundred zhang, and dense golden hair grew on his body, transforming into a golden giant ape.
His feet stomped fiercely on the ground, and his huge body rose from the ground under the heavy pressure of countless sword energies, rushing into the high sky.
Flying close to the area where the Azure Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords were located, the golden-haired giant ape raised a thick arm, covered with golden scales, and smashed it fiercely towards the charging sword dragon.
"Boom!" A loud noise!
The entire "sword dragon's" body suddenly bent outward, emitting a chaotic and sharp clang.
In an instant, thousands of various-colored flying swords collided with each other, falling out of the sword formation's range, with the seventy-two Azure Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords mixed among them.
The golden-haired giant ape's light flashed, and he returned to his human form. A pair of crystal wings suddenly grew from his back, and with a fierce flap, he changed direction in mid-air, heading straight for his natal flying sword.
However, before he could get close to the flying sword, an invisible force spread out across the entire sword formation, gathering all the flying swords he had just knocked away and pulling them back into the sword formation.
"This time, don't even think about it!" Xiong Shan looked down at the scene below and said coldly.
After saying that, his hands pinched a series of hand seals in front of him, and he pointed a finger at the "Ten Thousand Sword Iron Certificate" suspended in the high sky.
A soft "click" was heard.
A drop of golden blood flew from Xiong Shan's fingertip and landed on the iron certificate.
The golden patterns on the surface of the iron certificate trembled violently, and a faint red mist rose from it, flying into the golden light curtain in the high sky.
With a loud "boom"!
The golden light curtain in the high sky shook violently and collapsed, but all the illusory figures on it did not disappear with it. Instead, they fell down like a golden rain, flying into the sword formation.
As each illusory figure flew in, a flying sword detached from the sword dragon and was held in the hand of the golden light phantom, flying towards Han Li.
Han Li was about to use another method to forcibly seize the Azure Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords from the sword dragon, but he felt a shadow covering him in the sky, and the Wind Lightning Wings behind him flapped fiercely, causing him to retreat a few zhang with difficulty under the suppression of countless sword energies.
With a "whoosh"!
A giant iron sword, as wide as a door, slashed down close to the front of his clothes, causing the air to rush down and create a whistling sound.
Han Li's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and threw a punch, smashing it fiercely on the wide sword body.
A huge azure fist shadow exploded on the sword body, causing the giant sword to tremble violently like an old door impacted by heavy rain.
The golden light giant holding the sword was shaken by this huge force, and his figure trembled along with the sword body, dissipating.
However, one sword had just ended when another arrived!
Before Han Li could retract his fist, a warrior with a topknot, holding a long, single-edged sword, stabbed straight at him.
Behind that warrior, in the countless golden light phantoms, graceful women, golden-armored warriors, long-bearded elders, childish children… countless golden figures overlapped, each holding a flying sword in their hands, rushing towards him like a tide.
Han Li's expression remained unchanged, and he stepped out of the void, with a sudden burst of golden light behind him.
A golden treasure wheel emerged, slowly rotating, rippling out layers of golden ripples.
Any phantom and flying sword that entered the range of the Mantra Treasure Wheel's ripple wave instantly slowed down, almost falling into a state of stagnation.
Thus, an amazing scene appeared!
In the high sky, Han Li walked in the air, his figure freely moving among those golden light phantoms and flying swords, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
Those flying swords that were originally stabbing at him had now become his stepping stones, and he stepped on them one by one, walking towards the suspended altar in the high sky.
At this moment, he already understood that if he did not defeat Xiong Shan, the other party would continue to use the power of the sword formation to prevent him from retrieving the Azure Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords. If the time dragged on, his natal flying sword would not escape the fate of being refined into iron slag.
On the altar, Xiong Shan was shocked to see this scene, and he muttered in his mouth, "This is the law of time… You, you have actually cultivated the *True Mantra Wheel Sutra* to such a degree?"
Han Li ignored him, and while walking upwards, he brushed aside the flying swords that were hindering his progress. Soon, he reached a position less than a hundred zhang away from the altar.
Xiong Shan suppressed the emotions in his heart, gritted his teeth, walked back to the center of the altar, and quickly pinched a series of hand seals, striking a series of magical formulas towards the hollow area in the center.
Then, his five fingers spread open, a flash of light passed through his palm, and five golden beads, the size of dragon eyes, fell from the hollow area into the crimson sea of fire.
A "whoosh" sound was heard.
In that fiery sea of fire, it seemed as if a storm had risen, and the flames began to sway violently, spreading around.
Han Li sensed something and looked into the flames, and saw five clusters of golden light lit up inside, attracting the surrounding crimson flames to condense, turning into five huge, ferocious dragon heads, reaching out towards him.
As soon as the dragon heads took shape, two slender flames spurted out from the nostrils with a "puff", and the eyes shone with golden light, looking towards Han Li, looking like living creatures, full of spirituality.
In the next instant, a faint beast roar came from the sea of fire, and five fire dragons as thick as water tanks swooped out, their bodies writhing in mid-air, and their five claws bared as they pounced towards Han Li.
The surrounding air suddenly stagnated, and rolling heat waves surged, scorching the entire void to the point of slight deformation, so that the golden ripples released by the Mantra Treasure Wheel were distorted in the void, and the affected area was reduced a lot.
Seeing the fire dragon flying closer, Han Li raised a palm and waved it forward.
A burst of dark light exploded, and the Heavy Water True Wheel flew out, turning into a grinding disc and suspending in front of Han Li, spinning violently, making bursts of whistling sounds.
The Water Dao patterns on it shone brightly, and streams of black heavy water spurted out from it, turning into a huge heavy water vortex in the high sky,迎向了五头赤焰火龙.
The five Red Flame Fire Dragons opened their giant mouths, with magma surging inside, emitting billowing black smoke, as if hiding a volcano about to erupt.
Immediately afterwards, five muffled thunder-like sounds were heard, and the flames in the Red Flame Fire Dragons' mouths shone brightly, and countless magma fire stones spurted out like a rain of fire meteors, slamming down towards the Heavy Water True Wheel.
"Rumble"
A series of shocking sounds came, and the entire sky was almost reddened by the fire.
Only to see countless fire rain smashed into the Heavy Water Vortex, stirring up black giant waves nearly a hundred zhang high. Although it failed to break through it, it shook the Heavy Water True Wheel below, causing it to tremble.
Han Li raised his arms high, and his whole body was trembling non-stop, obviously he could not bear this vast force.
"Fire Dragon Pearls? Your Excellency is really willing to spend the money..." Han Li muttered to himself.
After saying that, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the magic formula in his hands changed, his figure did not retreat but advanced, and he raised his palm and slapped it on the Heavy Water True Wheel.
"Buzz..."
The Heavy Water True Wheel trembled, and the black water waves surging from it suddenly skyrocketed, rushing towards the Red Flame Fire Dragons instead.
The five Red Flame Fire Dragons also dived down, one black and one red, one water and one fire, colliding violently and merging together, rising bursts of white mist.
"Black Water Overflow!" At this moment, Han Li suddenly shouted violently.
Above the suspended altar, the sky suddenly rang out with a world-shaking roar!
A snow-white electric light flashed, and a black crack that ran across the sky was torn open in the sky. Massive amounts of heavy water gushed out from it, turning into a huge black waterfall suspended in the sky.
Xiong Shan looked up, looking at the flood, his eyes widened, and his eyes were about to burst.
He couldn't believe that this was a method that a True Immortal could use.
But the matter had reached this point, and even if he wanted to call a truce and make peace, it was too late.
He gritted his teeth, waved his hands in the void, and rays of magical formulas flew out, falling into the Ten Thousand Sword Iron Certificate.
The golden light on the iron certificate flickered frequently, and golden characters flew out from it, falling on the eight coiling dragon golden pillars around the great formation.
The light on the golden pillars brightened, and the heads of the eight golden dragons raised slightly, and two red rays of light shot out from their eyes at the same time, converging above the altar, turning into a red light curtain covered with dragon patterns, covering the entire light curtain.
The heavy water waterfall on the sky fell down, and like a thousand jun mountains, it slammed heavily on the red light curtain.