“Impossible! How can your spiritual power be so strong?”
He roared in disbelief.
“Because you’re too weak!”
After Han Lie landed, he launched another attack. The Crimson Flame Saber swung faster and faster, with heavy saber shadows. Each strike carried the scorching power of the Heaven-Incinerating Flame, forcing the black-robed young man to retreat repeatedly.
“Crimson Flame Saber Technique, Second Form, Heaven-Incinerating Slash!”
Han Lie roared angrily. The saber body suddenly expanded to several zhang long, carrying a momentum that could destroy heaven and earth, slashing towards the black-robed young man.
The black-robed young man’s pupils contracted sharply. Knowing he could not withstand it, he could only exert all his strength to block with the two black blades in front of him.
“Crack!”
The black blades were instantly cleaved apart. The flames then engulfed his entire body. The black-robed young man let out a shrill scream, his body struggling continuously in the flames, soon burned into a pile of black ashes.
“Good!”
Deafening cheers erupted from the mountainside. The cultivators waved their weapons one after another, their faces brimming with excited smiles.
“Han Lie is too powerful! He turned that demon cultivator to ashes with one slash!”
“We’ve said long ago that the top three on the Martial List aren’t famous for nothing. These demon cultivators are no match at all!”
“Keep fighting! Take care of the remaining demon cultivators!”
Wu Hao could not help but clap and laugh: “Well done, Han Lie! Truly worthy of third on the Martial List!”
Zi Yuan looked at Han Lie in the centre of the battlefield, her eyes revealing admiration. Earlier, she had battled Mu Baiyi for over a hundred rounds to barely win, yet Han Lie had so decisively dealt with the stronger black-robed young man. His strength was indeed unfathomable.
However, just as the cultivators were cheering joyfully, a cold laugh came from the demon cultivators’ camp.
Shi Hun Zun sat on the lion’s head, his empty eye sockets sweeping over Han Lie, his tone carrying undisguised mockery: “A bit interesting, but this level of skill is still not enough.”
He slowly turned his head, looking at the demon soul team behind him, and spoke faintly: “It’s your turn.”
As his words fell, a figure slowly walked out from the demon soul team.
The newcomer was dressed in a profound black long robe, with a handsome face but no trace of colour. Faint soul mist lingered around him. Clearly, he was not a physical entity, but a soul body.
He walked slowly towards the battlefield. With each step, the ground left no trace at all. Evidently, he was a top expert among the hundred thousand demon souls.
“A soul body?”
Han Lie furrowed his brows, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
A soul body had no physical form. Ordinary attacks were hard to harm it. Moreover, maintaining such a solid state in soul form meant his strength was undoubtedly formidable.
The cultivators on the mountainside also quieted down, the smiles on their faces gradually disappearing.
“It’s a soul body demon cultivator! This is trouble now. Soul bodies are the hardest to deal with!”
“Although Han Lie’s Crimson Flame Saber is powerful, flames mainly burn physical entities. The damage to soul bodies is probably limited.”
“What do we do now? Are we going to lose?”
The profound-clothed young man walked to the centre of the battlefield, slightly cupping his hands towards Han Lie, his tone calm: “I am Zhao Mu, one of the hundred thousand demon souls. Your saber technique is exquisite, I admire it.”
His voice was clear and cold, like jade stones clashing, completely different from the hoarse tones of other demon cultivators.
Han Lie put away his smile, his expression solemn: “I am Han Lie. Less nonsense, make your move!”
He knew the trickiness of soul bodies and did not dare to be careless. He circulated his whole body’s spiritual power to the extreme. The flames on the Crimson Flame Saber burned even more vigorously.
Zhao Mu nodded. His figure suddenly swayed, turning into an afterimage, instantly appearing behind Han Lie.
Han Lie was startled inwardly, hurriedly turning to swing his saber, but he struck nothing. Zhao Mu’s figure had long disappeared.
“Such fast speed!”
Han Lie was secretly shocked, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
Soul bodies had no physical constraints, their speed inherently faster than ordinary cultivators by quite a bit. Zhao Mu’s speed was even more outrageous, almost reaching the level of teleportation.
