Thunderous Obliteration

Chapter 189: Thunderous Obliteration

Although Han Li was greatly puzzled by Feng Yue’s astonishing speed and evasive technique, this was not the time to dwell on it.

With no other choice, he put away the “Golden Light Brick” Talisman Treasure that he had just drawn out, and swung the mother blade of his “Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blades.” All the child blades shot out at once, transforming into eight dazzling golden beams that hurtled toward Feng Yue in a furious swarm. Han Li hoped to overwhelm his opponent through sheer numbers, perhaps even forcing him to recall the yellow light for self-defense, which would at least maintain a stalemate. But he had little confidence in that—a man with such a fearsome reputation surely had more to show, and this attack was also a probe.

As expected, Feng Yue showed no sign of panic at the sight of the golden blades approaching. He let out a few cold chuckles and produced a yellow umbrella-shaped magic tool he had just taken out. He did not release the umbrella from his hand; instead, he calmly waited until the eight golden beams were nearly upon him before snapping it open. A round, shield-like yellow light sphere instantly enveloped his entire body. When the golden blades struck the sphere, a series of crackling, sizzling sounds erupted, and all the blades were easily deflected.

This was also a top-grade defensive magic tool, and its power was clearly far above Han Li’s Flying Heaven Shield.

Han Li’s expression shifted dramatically, his face turning somewhat pale. Feng Yue, in contrast, burst into loud, arrogant laughter, his face full of smug satisfaction.

This was understandable. Ever since he had acquired this “Yellow Silk Umbrella,” no low-level cultivator had ever managed to wound him. Seeing Han Li’s shock now filled him with immense pleasure. Feng Yue valued this umbrella even more than his short-dagger Talisman Treasure. After all, a Talisman Treasure could only be used a limited number of times, and once its power was exhausted, it became a scrap of paper. But this Yellow Silk Umbrella could save his life countless times!

Han Li sighed. He made a hand seal and pointed with his finger, recalling all the golden blades, which returned to his hand and reverted to their original form.

Feng Yue, unsure of Han Li’s intentions but confident in his own defense, began to focus fully on commanding the yellow light. He launched a fierce, relentless assault, maneuvering the short dagger like a bolt of lightning, dancing and flying around Han Li from all angles, trying to find a gap in the shield and slip through to strike him directly.

But what Feng Yue did not know was that while the Flying Heaven Shield might be far inferior to his Yellow Silk Umbrella in terms of defensive power and range, when it came to agility, this small shield was far more nimble than any ordinary defensive magic tool. As a result, no matter how urgently Feng Yue drove the yellow light, no matter how ingeniously it circled, the shield blocked it firmly every time. Only then did he realize that unless he completely destroyed this shield, he could not get close to Han Li!

With a look of suppressed frustration, he returned to the old strategy of wearing down the iron shield with the yellow light of the short dagger. But even though most of the black light on the shield had been eroded, what remained was still enough to hold him off for a while.

At this point, Han Li, seeing no way to win, gritted his teeth and made a decision that pained him greatly.

He put the golden blades back into his storage pouch and exchanged them for a small, green-black gourd. He raised the gourd high, and from it sprayed seven or eight black spheres that drifted lightly toward Feng Yue.

Feng Yue naturally noticed Han Li’s actions and was momentarily taken aback. This gourd magic tool was far too ordinary; almost every low-level cultivator knew of this cheap and effective device, and most had used something similar. Regardless of whether the container for the spheres was a gourd, a bottle, or a pot, the spheres themselves had a very loud name: “Chaos Pearls.” But their power was far too weak compared to top-grade magic tools; they could barely be ranked as mid-grade.

Precisely because of this, Feng Yue grew slightly suspicious. Before the spheres reached him, he reached into his pocket and produced a talisman of the “Ice Spear Art.” With a flick of his wrist, the talisman transformed into a crystalline ice spear that shot forward fiercely.

With a crisp crack, the ice spear shattered after knocking aside three or four of the spheres. White ice shards scattered in the air like heavenly flowers, forming a small hailstorm, beautiful and extraordinary.

Seeing this, Feng Yue relaxed again and turned his attention back to Han Li. By now, Han Li had produced a large cyan banner in his hand. On the banner’s surface, an azure flood dragon bared its fangs and claws, as if about to leap out, looking as real as a living creature.

Feng Yue, extremely experienced, recognized at a glance that this was certainly a refined piece among top-grade magic tools, and its power could not be underestimated. Han Li was waving the banner, causing cyan spiritual light to slowly gather on its surface, dazzling and impressive, with no small amount of fanfare.

Although Feng Yue had full confidence in his Yellow Silk Umbrella, his cunning and cautious nature made him fix his gaze unwaveringly on the cyan banner, afraid that this magic tool might have some unexpected, peculiar ability that could break through his defenses.

As for the Chaos Pearls, he had already dismissed them as mere distractions thrown out to confuse his vision, naturally ignoring them. With the pathetic power of Chaos Pearls, even if they circled outside the Yellow Silk Umbrella all day, they could never shake its defense in the slightest.

Nevertheless, Feng Yue felt considerable wariness and puzzlement at Han Li’s ability to produce one top-grade magic tool after another. He speculated that Han Li, like that “Treasure Girl,” was a descendant of some exalted senior, and his desire to kill Han Li grew even more urgent. He feared that if Han Li escaped alive, it would bring endless trouble. Moreover, Han Li had witnessed his entire murder-and-plunder operation; once the treasure girl’s elders found out, he would be in extreme trouble.

Just as Feng Yue, attracted by the cyan flood dragon banner and his killing intent burning even hotter, the few Chaos Pearls finally reached him. They struck the defensive barrier erected by the Yellow Silk Umbrella, and after a few crisp impacts, the first few were easily deflected.

Feng Yue heard the sounds and instinctively glanced down.

“Hmph, trying to attack me with these Chaos Pearls? Utterly overestimating yourself! Let alone them, I…”

“Eh? This one is so small, and it’s blue…”

Feng Yue had just begun to sneer when he noticed that after one of the deflected Chaos Pearls, a tiny blue sphere was revealed. It was only the size of a pill, far smaller than an ordinary Chaos Pearl.

Before Feng Yue could even form another thought, the blue sphere touched the spherical barrier.

“White light—a brilliant, dazzling white light!”

That was the last color Feng Yue ever saw in this world. Then he felt a warmth, and everything ceased to exist.

In Han Li’s eyes, what he saw was that the moment the blue sphere touched the yellow light, it burst into a silver-white light mass the size of a zhang. Soundlessly, it engulfed most of Feng Yue’s body. Moments later, the white light vanished without a trace, revealing Feng Yue’s stunned expression, as if he were completely unharmed.

Han Li’s heart sank, but before he could react, a gentle breeze passed by. Feng Yue’s body, like grains of sand, suddenly collapsed and turned to ash.

All that remained were two half-length lower legs and the boots on his feet, standing alone on the ground—an indescribably eerie sight.

At this sight, Han Li was not afraid but instead dropped to the ground, sitting heavily, and let out a long breath. The heart that had been in his throat finally settled.

After using his ultimate trump card, the “Heavenly Thunder Seed,” and after a series of feints and deceptions, he had finally made Feng Yue vanish from this world completely.

But Han Li’s face showed little joy. Instead, it was filled with self-mockery and bitter smile.

This was understandable. Only on the second day of this forbidden land expedition, he had already used all his cards, even expending his final trump card. How could he be happy?

Thinking of the countless monsters like Feng Yue he would still encounter in the next three days, the heart that had just relaxed grew heavy again.

Still, had he not used the Heavenly Thunder Seed this time, he would certainly have been doomed—the Flying Heaven Shield was on the verge of failing. Moreover, by killing this scoundrel, he had gained the man’s top-grade magic tools in addition to those of the treasure girl. He had definitely not suffered a loss; on the contrary, he had made a huge profit. That was a clear advantage!

Han Li’s spirits lifted as he reconsidered. He quickly looked again toward the other side. But when his gaze landed, his mouth fell wide open, and for a long time he could not speak.