"What do you mean, a one-on-one fight?" Fang Han looked at the Shura Grand Commander a hundred paces away. Its head was extremely handsome, like an elegant young man, but its body was covered in dark green scales flashing with an eerie light. The massive demonic body and the handsome head were highly disproportionate, simply a combination of a devil and an immortal.
"If he sheds that outer shell and transforms into a human, what kind of handsome man would this Shura Grand Commander become?" Fang Han thought in his heart. "A demon turning into a human, yet more handsome than a human, is quite ironic."
"I am Fang Han, an outer disciple of the Ascension Sect. May I ask this Shura Grand Commander, could it be that you intend to exchange blows with me?"
"You are an outer disciple of the Ascension Sect? Looking at your body, it is peerlessly formidable, with the power of five horses. Your stamina is prolonged, your flesh and blood are condensed, and your foundation is solid, far surpassing ordinary Divine Transformation experts. You must be an outstanding figure among the inner disciples, or perhaps even an expert on the Mountains and Rivers Ranking. Yet you are only an outer disciple?"
The Shura Grand Commander said in surprise.
"This Shura's strength is extremely powerful, twice as formidable as that Evil Moon Prince. Although he has no magic power or divine abilities, if he charges to kill, I'm afraid my naked eyes won't even be able to see his speed clearly."
Fang Han did not answer, but instead focused on observing the life state of this Shura.
He had just heard Yan say that a Shura's power was terrifyingly great, possessing an entire thirteen horse power. Ordinary Divine Transformation experts only had the power of five horses.
Even that sand bandit leader, the Evil Moon Prince, because of a fortuitous encounter and consuming the blood of the desert's millennial Six-winged Blood Bat, fully possessed the power of seven horses, but he was far from being a match for this Shura.
Fang Han had just seen the speed at which this Shura dodged Fang Qingxue's Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blades; it was simply as fast as a black line, unfathomable to the naked eye. He knew that if this Shura struck to kill him, he probably wouldn't even have time to mobilize a flying sword, unless he wore the Blood Cotton Demon Garment.
"What a pity, if I had cultivated to the tenth tier Divine Transformation Realm, I would have the power of eight horses, and could slightly resist a bit. Now encountering this Shura, I will surely die."
"That might not be so. Did you see? This Shura seems unwilling to kill you, nor is he willing to let you slaughter the demon army. Otherwise, he would have made his move long ago. Shuras are by nature cruel and ruthless creatures; they shouldn't be so hesitant." Yan's tone also revealed a hint of tension. If Fang Han died, it would be exposed, and its fate would be bleak.
"He wants to capture me alive to threaten Fang Qingxue. Such petty thoughts, what is there for me not to understand?" A trace of realization flashed through Fang Han's heart. "He thinks I am someone important to Fang Qingxue."
"Indeed, with your aptitude, you definitely wouldn't be a minor character, so it is no wonder he misunderstands you. Since he won't kill you but only capture you alive, that gives us many opportunities," Yan chuckled sinisterly.
"What opportunities? Could it be that we can even kill him? The scales on a Shura's body are much sturdier than those of a Flying Yaksha; even flying swords might not be able to cut them open."
"I have my own methods."
"Whether you are an outer disciple or an inner disciple, put down the sword in your hand and come with me, I will not kill you." This Shura naturally did not know what Fang Han and Yan were discussing. Seeing Fang Han remain silent for a long time, he couldn't help but speak again, his expression indifferent, possessing powerful self-confidence.
With this Shura's strength, he could even hold his ground slightly against experts in the Divine Ability Realm, let alone a mere outer disciple.
"What if I don't put it down?"
A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Han's mouth. He pointed his finger at the distant Demon God Altar, where purple lightning flashed and black smoke filled the air. That massive Demon God Statue was shaking, seemingly about to be blasted apart by Fang Qingxue. "Once Senior Sister Qingxue destroys the Demon God Altar and kills those few Demon Sect disciples, your death is certain."
"Is that so? Then let's see who kills whom first!"
A mysterious smile appeared on the Shura's face. Fang Han instantly felt a chill in his heart! A demonic claw coming from nothingness thrust straight at his heart.
"So fast!"
Clearly the Shura was still a hundred paces away, but the claw had already reached his chest. His eyes simply couldn't react. In this instant, Fang Han learned of the Shura's terror.
Without thinking, he struck out with all his might, performing the sword stance 'Iron Chain Across the River', blocking horizontally in front of his chest.
"Clang!"
A string of purple lightning erupted from the dharma sword. Fang Han's entire body flew into the air and tumbled backwards. He fell over a dozen paces away, rolling on the ground, his entire body sore and numb.
Although he had intersected the Shura's claw, he was knocked flying by a immense force.
With his five horse power physical strength, it was fundamentally impossible for him to withstand a Shura who possessed a full thirteen horse power.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle, sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle… The Shura was entwined in purple lightning, seemingly paralyzed for a moment, but in the next instant, the purple lightning vanished. It seemed it could only slightly impede his movements and could not cause him any substantive harm.
However, this brief paralysis was tantamount to saving Fang Han's life. Otherwise, if the Shura had continued the attack, Fang Han's life would definitely not have been preserved.
"This… force is too great!" When Fang Han rolled over and climbed up, he saw the purple lightning on the Shura vanish, while his own internal organs felt as if they were going to flip over.
Especially his right hand holding the sword, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger was torn, blood flowing out. The concussive force of the Shura's single claw was this fierce.
"Human, your power is too feeble! I do not wish to kill you, put down your sword!"
After the purple lightning on the Shura vanished, a gleam of blood light circulated in his eyes. His lips moved, uttering words in perfect pitch, "The purple lightning magic power on this sword of yours is very minimal. It completely cannot cause me harm."
"Hmph!"
Fang Han coldly snorted. His body shrank back, and he fiercely stepped over twenty paces away. He actually sprinted towards an underground hidden river, seemingly intending to use the power of the hidden river to dodge the Shura's lethal moves.
"Can you escape?"
The Shura's body flashed and he began to run, surprisingly turning into a black line. His body tore through the air, emitting a long, flute-like screech. Many tall mushrooms on the plain were directly blown down by the wind brought up by his body. The mushrooms close to his body were even uprooted by the intense airflow.
"Not good!"
Fang Han, who was running, suddenly felt the sharp sound of wind ring out behind his head again. It seemed the demonic claw was about to strike down and crush his head into a smashed watermelon.
Fang Han knew this was the Shura coming in for the kill again. He hurriedly made his dharma sword dance once more, utilizing a move called 'Wrapping the Head and Covering the Brain', spinning around his head, cutting onto the demonic claw once again.
"Bang!"
This time Fang Han's body was knocked back over twenty paces. The webbing of his hand tore again, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body rolled and tumbled. Adjusting his breath, he leapt up again, only to see the purple lightning on the Shura disperse once more.
"Meteor Chasing the Moon!"
Seeing this situation, Fang Han suddenly united sword and body, leaping and piercing. His body's power wholly urged the dharma sword, thrusting toward the Shura's eyes!
He surprisingly did not flee, but counterattacked!
"Truly bold!" The Shura let out bursts of sinister laughter. His body flashed, and instantly ghostly winds blew in flurries. His afterimages were everywhere, actually making Fang Han's thrust hit empty air.
Fang Han knew that right now was the critical moment of life and death, allowing no slack. He raised all his spirit. Under internal mental observation, every bone in his body was like crystal, constantly reflecting the surrounding situation. His skin was incomparably sensitive; a trace of wind, a hint of odor, could all cause a natural reaction.
With a speed several times more agile than a monkey, his body darted up and down, his dharma sword striking wildly, purple lightning flashing. He unexpectedly connected with several of the Shura's attacks in succession.
'Snake and Crane Contending', 'Seven Stars Linking', 'Flying Spirit Flashing', 'Dragon's Vigor and Tiger's Fierceness', 'Lingering Autumn Rain'… All his fierce moves were executed at this moment.
While fighting with all his might, Fang Han deployed all the martial arts he had learned without holding back. Under the pressure between life and death, his potential was unleashed once more.
The entire area was filled with his sword light, and within dozens of meters, his figures were everywhere. The sustained stamina and tough body granted to him by the Nine Orifices Golden Pill finally proved useful now.
How mighty was the Shura's power? How fast was his speed? The power of realistically thirteen horses focused on one point and exploded out. Even experts in the Divine Ability Realm would have their magic power broken and their physical bodies smashed, but Fang Han forcibly took it all.
"Bang bang bang…", bang bang bang…
Over a dozen craters appeared on the ground, dirt splashing up. These were the depressions created every time the Shura struck, heavily slamming Fang Han onto the ground, and his footsteps stomping and crashing.
However, every time he knocked Fang Han flying, the Shura would be slightly paralyzed by the purple lightning; his movements were hindered and not agile. And Fang Han used this opportunity to adjust his bodily breathing and recover his stamina.
"Fortunately Fang Qingxue re-forged the dharma sword for me, otherwise it would have been hard to escape a venomous fate today." In the blink of an eye, relying on the power of a single sword, he resisted the Shura's attacks over a dozen times. The webbing of Fang Han's hand was now bleeding profusely from the shock, looking as if he could barely hold the sword.
"To actually be able to withstand my Flying Demon Thirteen Strikes. You have every right to be proud, I am actually feeling a bit appreciative of your talent." The Shura stood still once more, looking at Fang Han's bleeding hand. "How many more strikes can you resist? Three? Two, and you won't be able to hold the sword? Without the purple lightning on this sword paralyzing me, capturing you is like catching a rabbit."
"Fang Qingxue! You!"
Right at this moment, from the distant Demon God Altar, an earth-shattering roar could be heard. Underneath that Demon God Statue, the Heavenly Wolf Seven Malice Smoke on the Little Realized Immortal Heavenly Wolf, Wang Molin, was suddenly ignited. It actually burned, turning into bursts of sparks scattering in all directions.
His defense was forcibly broken by Fang Qingxue with great divine abilities.
Rumble!
The Seven Malice Gourd in his hand was struck by a blade and flew up. Fang Qingxue beckoned with her hand, and this treasure artifact actually flew into her grasp.
"Without the Seven Malice Gourd, what else can you do!" Fang Qingxue grabbed the Seven Malice Gourd. Beside her, the two Yin-Yang Purple Lightning Giant Snakes blasted fiercely towards that towering Demon God Statue.
She unexpectedly intended to destroy the Demon God Statue.
Right at this moment, that Demon God Statue suddenly wriggled, as if coming alive. A powerful demonic aura overwhelmed the heavens and covered the earth, sweeping across the entire underground plain.
Seeing this situation, Fang Qingxue's expression changed!
"Ah! The Demon God Manifests! I can't delay any longer!"
The Shura also saw this situation, his face turning cold. Rumble! The ground he stood on was stomped upon, seemingly caving in a large chunk. Subsequently, his body had already arrived in front of Fang Han.
He revealed his true power!
"The time has come!" Yan's voice reached Fang Han's mind once more. "The Demon God Manifests, this is no trivial matter! Fang Qingxue has no time to look after you. Let's join forces and kill this Shura!"