A Name Shakes the Region – Frozen

Chapter 703: A Name Shakes the Region – Frozen

Just as the old man surnamed Mu felt a surge of alarm and began contemplating retreat, Han Li stared at the black mountain peak, a flicker of interest appearing on his face.

Such a peculiar and imposing treasure was clearly not something a Dharma Warrior of this level could refine. It was most likely a fearsome ancient treasure left behind by some cultivator from a forgotten era.

Given the power of this treasure, Han Li believed that even a late-Nascent Soul cultivator would not emerge unscathed if struck squarely by this mountain peak.

As long as it connected, this was a means to decide the outcome in a single blow.

If he could get his hands on this item, it would immediately make up for the lack of raw power in his own attacks.

Furthermore, he had also developed some interest in the Divine Wind Chariot that the old man possessed.

Thinking along these lines, Han Li’s gaze turned toward the old man, his expression gradually turning cold as a sharp, murderous intent surfaced deep within his eyes.

Although they had only exchanged a few blows, he was confident he had a general understanding of his opponent’s techniques.

Was it the old man’s own bad luck? Both the cultivation art he primarily practiced and the Spiritual Arts he used were of the ice attribute. This posed little threat to Han Li, who had absorbed the Dry Azure Ice Flame. Just now, when so many ice projectiles had come at him, they had been effortlessly neutralized by the Dry Azure Ice Flame, melting into nothingness.

And this black mountain peak, which could teleport, should be the old man’s most powerful treasure. However, with the Lightning Evasion of his Wind Lightning Wings, it could not touch him.

Thinking this over, it seemed that eliminating his opponent was not an impossible task.

Han Li’s mind was made up. He did not hesitate.

With a flick of the hand holding the strange ice, a blue light flashed. The ice rapidly transformed and dissolved, turning into a ball of egg-sized blue flame that floated unsteadily in his palm, exuding a faint, eerie aura.

With his other hand, he pointed at the giant sword and silver bell hovering in the air. Then, a thunderclap sounded from behind him. With a slight flap of his wings, his form vanished in an instant. When he reappeared a moment later, holding the blue flame, he was already within a hundred yards of the old man.

Meanwhile, the giant sword and silver bell had burst into brilliant light, transforming into a silver and a cyan streak that shot toward the old man.

As it flew, the giant sword suddenly disassembled, transforming back into hundreds of foot-long azure sword projections that rained down from the sky, instantly trapping the old man in a net of swords.

Cyan light flickered as the sword projections stabbed fiercely at the old man’s protective light barrier.

The silver bell rang out in waves, its silvery sound waves crashing against the barrier, causing it to shake violently.

This flurry of attacks startled the old man, but he did not panic. Besides pouring a large amount of spiritual power into the pearl above his head to thicken his light barrier, he quickly formed a hand seal. Blue spiritual light flickered around him and then shot out from his body.

After spinning around several times, the spiritual light transformed into four sparkling ice shields, each foot in size. They were compact and exquisite, slowly rotating around the old man to protect him.

With these ice shields in place, the old man felt slightly relieved. He waved his other hand toward the distant black mountain peak, summoning it back as a streak of black light.

Of course, he was also wary of Han Li’s teleportation ability. His eyes gleamed as he constantly looked left and right, afraid that Han Li would suddenly appear nearby and launch a surprise attack.

He truly deserved to be called an Nascent Soul-stage Dharma Warrior. His experience in battle was exceptionally rich.

A rumbling sound echoed as Han Li materialized in a flash of lightning just over ten yards to the side of the old man. With a wave of his hand, a dense mass of green threads sprayed forth from his palm. It was the exceedingly sharp “Green Nether Needle” Talisman Treasure.

At such a close distance, Old Man Mu had no time to react. The countless green threads instantly pierced through the blue light barrier and struck directly against the four ice shields.

A sound like rain pattering on withered leaves rang out. As the green threads hit the ice shields, a brilliant white light flared. In an instant, they condensed into shimmering, crystal-cold white ice needles, which fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Old Man Mu was first startled, then overjoyed. He let out a haughty laugh and opened his mouth to spit out a blue beam of light, which shot straight at Han Li, who was only a stone’s throw away.

Naturally, a silver light flashed, and Han Li vanished without a trace.

But this brief delay was all the time needed. The black mountain peak flew back and hovered directly above the old man’s head, casting a heavy, oppressive shadow.

Without any hesitation, the old man cast a spell at the mountain.

The mountain peak trembled slightly, and from its base, a vast expanse of black light gushed forth, instantly enveloping the hundreds of cyan sword projections and the silver bell, centered on the old man.

The treasures, which had been attacking fiercely, immediately became sluggish and slow in their movements, their power significantly diminished.

The old man’s light barrier, which had been shaking violently, stabilized once more.

Seeing this, the old man felt greatly relieved.

He flipped his hand, and with a flash of white light, the Divine Wind Chariot he had put away earlier reappeared in his palm. He lightly tossed it, and the chariot grew larger with the wind, quickly returning to its original size and landing beside him.

For some reason, ever since the strange ice in Han Li’s hand had transformed into that small ball of blue flame, Old Man Mu had been harboring a faint, ominous premonition. When he saw the Wind Lightning Wings appear behind Han Li, he finally felt that continuing this fight was no longer viable and decided to retreat.

Now that he saw the Divine Wind Chariot had been successfully activated, the old man immediately transformed into a long rainbow. After a few flickers, he shot past the obstruction of the flying swords and dove straight toward the chariot.

He was so fast that he reached it in the blink of an eye.

The light faded, and the old man appeared safely inside the Divine Wind Chariot.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to recall the pearl and the black mountain peak, a thunderclap suddenly sounded from beside the chariot.

Sparks of electricity danced, and Han Li’s figure abruptly appeared there.

“Ah…!”

The old man was startled. He raised his hand to act, but Han Li’s arm suddenly shot out. A hand wrapped in the Dry Azure Ice Flame closed its five fingers with a “sh” sound and stabbed lightning-fast toward the old man’s chest.

The old man was shocked. However, one of the ice shields floating around him, which seemed to have a will of its own, automatically moved to protect him. With a flash of white light, it appeared in front of the old man. Han Li’s hand chopped directly onto the ice shield.

Seeing this, Old Man Mu’s face showed a hint of joy.

Wasn’t his opponent asking for death, attacking his “Crystal Ice Shield” with his bare hands?

Surely, his opponent’s arm would be frozen and destroyed by the extreme cold in the next moment.

A dull thud rang out. White light and blue light flared up simultaneously.

The old man felt a brief moment of confusion. Before he could react, a chill spread across his chest. The hand, sheathed in blue flame, had appeared ghost-like, pressing gently against his sternum.

The movement was incredibly gentle.

Terrified, the old man had no time to cry out. He heard a sizzling sound as eerie blue ice rapidly spread from where Han Li’s five fingers touched. In the space of a single breath, more than half of his body was covered in this strange ice. It looked like he would be completely frozen solid in an instant.

Overcome with terror, the old man had no choice but to hastily mobilize a spark of the Dan Yang Fire he had cultivated with painstaking effort over centuries. The only intact part of him, his head, immediately emitted a blinding white light. At his neck, it managed to halt the spread of the blue ice, the two forces locked in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Han Li let out a cold snort. With his other empty hand, he suddenly swung it.

A cyan sword projection appeared out of thin air, chopping fiercely at the old man’s head.

The white light trembled violently, allowing the blue ice to gain the upper hand. It swiftly invaded half of the head, sealing the old man’s mouth and nose as well.

Seeing this, the old man’s remaining half-face showed an expression of utter despair. Then, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. A loud, clear chirping sound came from the top of his head.

With a pop, a Nascent Soul, identical in appearance to the old man, materialized above his skull.

Han Li’s expression darkened. Without a second thought, he opened his mouth and spat out a golden arc of lightning, which shot fiercely toward the Nascent Soul.

But the instant the old man’s Nascent Soul was born, it did not hesitate. A dazzling blue light flared around it, and it vanished in a flash. The golden arc struck empty air.

When Han Li concentrated his senses to look around, the Nascent Soul had already appeared over a hundred yards away. Without a moment’s hesitation, it flashed with blue light again and vanished.

This time, the blue spirit pearl that had been hovering in place also disappeared after a brief tremor.

When it reappeared, the pearl was already clutched in the Nascent Soul’s arms.

The Nascent Soul shot Han Li a look of profound hatred, then, without a word, it began to flicker in and out of sight. Soon, it turned into a speck of light on the distant horizon.

After that, it stopped using teleportation and simply flew away, carrying the pearl and disappearing without a trace.

Han Li watched the old man’s Nascent Soul flee into the distance, a cold expression on his face. He stood still, holding the old man’s frozen body in one hand, not moving an inch.

Although his Wind Lightning Wings granted him a teleportation-like Lightning Evasion technique, there was nothing he could do to pursue a fleeing target. One was escaping, one was chasing. Since he had failed to kill the opponent’s Nascent Soul in a single blow, there was no point in making a second attempt.

Now that the old man’s Nascent Soul had fled and vanished without a trace, Han Li’s expression remained impassive. He simply flicked his wrist. The frozen body of the old man he was holding instantly shattered into pieces, turning into countless specks of blue crystalline light that drifted down into the dust.