"Relying on you alone, and you still want to slay demons and eradicate evil? Truly comical?"
The eyes of the Seven Leaves Demon Lord suddenly flashed with a brilliant silver color, a characteristic of a demonic art elevated to its extreme limit. "Do not think that by relying on my Nine Yang Holy Water to condense gang qi and greatly increase your strength, you can rival me. For a petty True Qi Realm cultivator to cross hands with me is seeking your own doom. The gap in our realms is like heaven and earth, clouds and mud. If you return into the King Cauldron now and rely on its power, you might be able to contend with me, but without the King Cauldron, you have only a path to death."
"What a good demonic art! How cunning!"
Fang Han suddenly looked above his head, only to see a demonic shadow pouncing down to kill. The demonic shadow's silver clothes fluttered, being precisely the true body of the Seven Leaves Demon Lord.
And on the throne, the Seven Leaves Demon Lord who was speaking gradually dissipated, actually turning out to be an illusion.
The Seven Leaves Demon Lord was extremely cunning.
On one hand, he spoke to Fang Han to enrage his opponent, while on the other hand, he executed a demonic art to create an illusion left on the throne, hiding his true body to secretly launch a sneak attack from above, striking with the force of a thunderbolt.
Fortunately, it was not Fang Han's first or second day dealing with heavenly demons, and knowing their deceitfulness, he did not fall for it.
Letting out a long howl, his entire body's Wood Sovereign Gang Qi was urged, and upon rubbing against each other, intense firelight flashed. Fang Han threw a punch toward the figure of the Seven Leaves Demon Lord; he deliberately wanted to risk it and see if he could surpass three realms to confront the enemy.
Without the slightest fancy variation, the fists of the two clashed together.
With the rumble of thunder, Fang Han only felt the opponent's gang qi surging wildly like angry waves, actually intending to shatter his own gang qi, rush into his body, rush into his mind, and destroy his vitality.
With a single punch, Fang Han was shaken and sent flying fully dozens of zhang away, his body viciously crashing into the ground, smashing a crater into the ground.
This castle was formed of gray cloud energy and was called the "Shadow Castle," but the ground formed of gray cloud energy was exceptionally hard, flat as a mirror and hard as iron. With Fang Han smashing onto it like this, his whole body felt sore and aching.
In this brief clash, he immediately felt the disparity in strength.
Fighting alone, he was still not a match for the "Seven Leaves Demon Lord." The opponent's power was close to a hundred thousand fiery horses and had cultivated to the realm where myriad methods return to one, indeed being far too powerful. If it were in the past, without relying on the power of the King Cauldron, clashing head-on like this, Fang Han would have died from a single punch, without even a chance to fight back.
The opponent's demonic sect gang qi possessed a spirituality as it drilled fiercely into his body. Every single wisp of gang qi formed a tiny array formation, sharp as a sword and slippery as a mouse, and his own gang qi fundamentally could not withstand it.
"With a disparity of three realms, a single wisp of the opponent's gang qi can defeat three wisps of my gang qi!" Only then did Fang Han realize the terror of the realm disparity, as a wisp of demonic sect gang qi actually invaded his mind.
"World Tree!"
To prevent this streak of gang qi from destroying his head, Fang Han immediately urged the World Tree residing in his glabella. A massive amount of the Immortal Realm's spiritual qi washed down and instantly stuck to this gang qi. The root system of the World Tree subsequently sucked this demonic sect gang qi in, smashed it to pieces, turned it into origin qi, and digested it.
The World Tree was like a giant smelting furnace, capable of digesting any gang qi.
"Overestimating your own capabilities!"
Seeing Fang Han smashed into the ground by his blow, the Seven Leaves Demon Lord snorted coldly: "If you had entered the King Cauldron to contend with me and wanted to leave at this moment, I truly wouldn't be able to stop you. Yet you came out yourself to seek death! Thinking that having cultivated gang qi and greatly increased your strength, you could challenge me! You truly deserve to die, utterly foolish. Turning fortune into disaster! Your death is brought upon by yourself."
Seeing Fang Han motionless on the ground, he merely thought this was his own gang qi corroding the opponent's body, never expecting that Fang Han had long since dissolved the gang qi.
"Yin-Yang Eighteen Heavenly Demonic Kings, capture this person. I will deal with the King Cauldron!"
The Seven Leaves Demon Lord issued an order.
"Who exactly is foolish is not necessarily certain, quack quack quack quack…" Right at this moment, an eerie and sinister voice suddenly sounded beside the Seven Leaves Demon Lord. A massive flood dragon claw extended out, launching a lightning-fast sneak attack, and viciously stamped onto his back, blowing his silver clothes to pieces all at once.
It was actually "Yan."
Having consumed a massive amount of Nine Yang Holy Water, "Yan" finally recovered to the level of the fifth realm of divine abilities, the Heaven-Man Realm. Although still far from its prime, its strength had greatly increased, and it was even more capable of mobilizing some slightly formidable array formations of the Yellow Spring Diagram.
For this sneak attack, it utilized a demonic path divine ability within the Yellow Spring Diagram called the "Dark Killing Path." Relying on the wondrousness of the Yellow Spring Diagram, a Dao artifact, and the Seven Leaves Demon Lord's lack of anticipation, it actually succeeded in its ambush in one fell swoop.
"Yan" was a millennial old demon head. Compared to Fang Han, its methods were like heaven and earth apart; its sneak attacks were ruthless and vicious, further possessing the Forgetfulness Water, a sharp weapon specialized in breaking magic treasures and Daoist gang qi. In a single move, it broke the "Seven Leaves Demon Lord's" protective treasure artifact dharma clothes, and without stopping, its gang qi circulated, instantly laying down an "Immortal Corroding Grand Array," causing the Seven Leaves Demon Lord's body to be covered with talismans resembling centipedes, scorpions, and spiders.
Suffering this ambush, the Seven Leaves Demon Lord trembled all over, and pungent thick smoke billowed from his skin.
"Dark Killing Path! Dark Killing Path! This stealth assassination art belongs to the authentic demonic sects; absolutely no one else can execute it. Who are you?" The Seven Leaves Demon Lord actually recognized "Yan's" assassination art. He let out earth-shattering roars of agony, his body vibrating at high speed. Rings of silver gang qi surged out, attempting to submerge the "Immortal Corroding Grand Array."
At the same time, he knew he was at a critical juncture of life and death and refused to hold back. Grabbing with his left hand, he pulled a precious blade from his waist.
This precious blade was entirely blood-colored and thin as a cicada's wing. On the hilt was a bizarre two-headed beast, and textures intertwined on the blade body. With a swing, it slashed toward "Yan's" flood dragon claw.
"Demonic Blade! Blood Firmament!"
Seeing this blood-colored demonic blade, "Yan" was instantly greatly shocked and hurriedly retracted its claw. It knew this demonic blade was called Blood Firmament, incomparably formidable; with a blade in hand, neither ghosts nor gods were spared. If slashed by it, the blade qi was fully capable of destroying its physical form, causing it to be beaten back into its original shape once again.
This demonic blade "Blood Firmament" was immensely famous in both the immortal and demonic paths, being on par with the "Five Hells King Cauldron," yet its fierce reputation surpassed that of the King Cauldron. Furthermore, the Five Hells King Cauldron was, in the end, a dharma artifact for refining pills; its lethal power against enemies was somewhat lacking. However, this "Blood Firmament" demonic blade was different. It had absolutely no protective array formations, nor any other functions; its sole function was slaughter.
Once the demonic blade is drawn, a rain of blood fills the firmament.
Although not a Dao artifact, it was an existence that could evolve into a Dao artifact at any time.
They were all supreme items among treasure artifacts, rare treasures hard to encounter in a millennium. Pure yang magic treasures like the "Sun-Moon Five-Star Bracelet" and the "Nine Palaces Golden Pagoda" were all inferior by a notch when compared to the demonic blade "Blood Firmament."
"Whoosh!"
"Yan" retracted its claw, its body shook, and it vanished without a trace, causing the demonic blade "Blood Firmament" to slash at empty air.
"The Yellow Spring Sect's Immortal Corroding Great Method!" By forcing "Yan" away with a single slash, the Seven Leaves Demon Lord breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart. He could not care about anything else and sought to expel the injuries inside his body. However, upon circulating his arts to expel them, he continuously failed to do so; those streams of Immortal Corroding talismans clung to him like maggots on bones, biting deadly into him and corroding his gang qi.
"This is the Immortal Corroding Great Method of the number one demonic portal in the Xuanhuang Prime World, the Yellow Spring Demonic Sect. It requires Forgetfulness Water to be fully refined. Could it be the one who sneaked attacked me just now was a disciple of the Yellow Spring Demonic Sect possessing Forgetfulness Water!" As the son of a Demon God, he was extremely well-informed. His thoughts flowing, he quickly took out a bottle of pills and swallowed them relentlessly.
"Bang bang bang…"!
Right at his urgent moment of healing injuries, several loud bangs resounded, making his eye sockets nearly split open.
It was several Heavenly Demonic Kings being slain on the spot by Fang Han.
Originally, when Fang Han was struck to the ground by him, the eighteen Yin-Yang Heavenly Demonic Kings immediately swarmed over, intending to capture Fang Han. But little did they know, Fang Han was waiting precisely for this moment; suddenly, flipping up and shining like a ghost, he arrived directly in front of a Heavenly Demonic King and lunged out with a grab!
He actually ripped out the heart of a Heavenly Demonic King alive. At the same time, intense suction force also generated from within the Five Hells King Cauldron, sucking this Heavenly Demonic King inside.
These eighteen Yin-Yang Heavenly Demonic Kings, both male and female, although equivalent to experts of the Divine Ability Realm, had magic power that could by no means compare to the Seven Leaves Demon Lord. The most formidable among them was only equivalent to the Target Island Master, so how could they be a match for a freak like Fang Han?
In an instant, five male Heavenly Demonic Kings had their bodies directly shattered by him and were all sucked into the King Cauldron, not even having the time to execute the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Method.
With Forgetfulness Water inside the King Cauldron, controlling the self-destruction of Heavenly Demonic Kings was even more possible.
The other Heavenly Demonic Kings, seeing the situation was bad, took flight one after another, escaping the Shadow Castle.
"Seeking death!"
The Seven Leaves Demon Lord was infuriated to the extreme. With a swing of his demonic blade "Blood Firmament," he slashed toward Fang Han to kill.
"Not good!" Fang Han shuddered. His body flew up and directly rushed into the King Cauldron. He also felt the formidability of the demonic blade "Blood Firmament," knowing that if he took a slash, his entire body would immediately turn into pus and blood, and no miraculous pill or marvelous medicine would be of use. His physical body was powerful right now; even treasure artifacts like Long Xuan's Cold Hornless Dragon Sword could not slash open his skin, but it could not contend against the demonic blade "Blood Firmament."
"Clang!"
As the demonic blade "Blood Firmament" slashed onto the King Cauldron, it actually left a deep blade scar.
"Good fellow!" Fang Han shuddered. His gang qi moved fiercely, rushing into the King Cauldron's grand arrays. He consecutively urged over a dozen grand arrays for capturing magic treasures, such as the "Spirit-Devouring Grand Array," "Soul-Devouring Grand Array," "Soul Refining Grand Array," and "Spirit Capturing Grand Array."
A strong suction force emanated and instantly swept over the demonic blade "Blood Firmament," making this demonic blade immediately sluggish. The Five Hells King Cauldron originally possessed the function of collecting magic treasures.
"Wanting to capture this demonic blade!" The Seven Leaves Demon Lord smiled coldly, "With your cultivation, you still cannot achieve it."
"His true intention is to pin you down so that I can easily launch a sneak attack!" Yan's eerie and sinister voice sounded again, suddenly appearing. A massive dragon claw viciously pressed onto the Heavenly Gate of the Seven Leaves Demon Lord's head…