Chen Ping supported Zi Yuan as she retreated back to the camp, and Wu Hao immediately had someone bring healing pills.
After Zi Yuan took the pill, her spiritual power gradually stabilised, but her gaze towards the black-robed young man in the battlefield still carried vigilance.
The black-robed young man, left speechless by Chen Ping’s retort, felt both anger and fear as Zi Yuan was protected and taken away. He did not dare to challenge Chen Ping, so he could only direct his rage towards the cultivators’ camp of the Sixth Heaven, roaring with his hoarse voice: “A bunch of cowardly turtles! Winning one match and getting complacent? Who else dares to come out and court death?”
His words pierced the cultivators’ hearts like needles, and the morale that had risen from Zi Yuan’s victory sank a bit.
Leng Yun’s face flushed red, wanting to step forward again, but he was held back by those beside him. His spiritual power had not recovered, and going up would only add another defeat.
Just as the camp fell into silence, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out: “A mere demon cultivator junior dares to spout arrogance. Let me meet you!”
Before the words finished, a crimson figure leaped to the centre of the battlefield like a raging fire, kicking up a cloud of dust upon landing.
The newcomer was burly, dressed in crimson combat attire, with a broad-backed great saber hanging at his waist, and a carefree smile on his face. It was none other than Han Lie, the “Crimson Flame Saber” ranked third on the Martial List.
“It’s Han Lie!”
Exclamations immediately erupted from the mountainside. “The Crimson Flame Saber, third on the Martial List, is finally making a move!”
“Han Lie reached the ninth level of the Earth Immortal Realm many years ago, stronger than Zi Yuan by a notch. This black-robed demon cultivator is doomed!”
“Great! Now we can finally teach these arrogant demon cultivators a lesson!”
The cultivators’ discussions were filled with anticipation, and even Wu Hao’s face showed some relief.
Among the younger generation of the Sixth Heaven, Han Lie was always known for his ferocious combat power. His “Crimson Flame Saber Technique” was unmatched in ferocity, having once cleaved a ten-thousand-foot cliff with a single strike. His strength far surpassed Leng Yun’s.
The black-robed young man looked at the robust aura emanating from Han Lie, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes, but his mouth remained unforgiving: “Another one coming to die. Fine, I’ll take care of you together!”
“Less nonsense, come at me with your life!”
Han Lie’s eyes ignited with battle intent as he fiercely drew the broad-backed great saber from his waist.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, a scorching aura assaulted the face, and a faint layer of flames even condensed on the edge. It was the innate spiritual power of the Crimson Flame Saber, the Heaven-Incinerating Flame.
The black-robed young man did not dare to be careless, forming seals with both hands. Demonic energy roiled around him, quickly condensing into two black curved blades that floated by his side.
“Take this!”
He growled lowly, and the two black blades shot like shadows, carrying sharp whistling sounds straight at Han Lie’s chest.
Han Lie sneered disdainfully and swung his saber to block.
With two crisp “clang” sounds, the black blades were directly knocked away by the Crimson Flame Saber, the demonic energy on them instantly burned away by the Heaven-Incinerating Flame.
The black-robed young man was shocked inwardly, not expecting Han Lie’s power to be so overwhelming. He hurriedly controlled the black blades to attack again.
This time, the black blades no longer came straight, but spiralled in the air like two black bats, assaulting Han Lie from various angles.
Yet Han Lie remained unflustered, wielding the Crimson Flame Saber in a watertight dance, forming a wall of fire that blocked all attacks.
“Just this much skill?”
Han Lie laughed loudly, suddenly leaping high, gripping the saber with both hands, and slashing down fiercely: “Crimson Flame Saber Technique, First Form, Prairie Fire!”
The instant the saber fell, countless flames erupted from the blade, surging like a tide towards the black-robed young man.
Wherever the flames passed, the ground was instantly scorched black, and even the air became unbearably hot. The black-robed young man’s face changed drastically as he urgently channelled all his demonic energy to condense a black shield.
“Bang!”
The flames collided with the shield, producing a tremendous boom.
The black shield melted continuously under the flames’ scorching, and blood trickled from the corners of the black-robed young man’s mouth, clearly suffering internal injuries.
