A Name Shakes the Region - The Blood Demon Sword

Chapter 728: A Name Shakes the Region - The Blood Demon Sword

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is why Fellow Daoist is so stubborn? Hand over the Heart-Sealing Technique’s control token, and we will let you leave immediately. As for this so-called Blood Demon Sword, while I do not know its specifics, it is nothing to fear. Fellow Daoist should not treat it as a true reliance!” Han Li’s unhurried voice echoed through the hall.

“Nothing to fear? Do you even know what the Blood Demon Sword is, to speak with such arrogance? Very well. I will kill you first. Perhaps then Junior Sister Nangong will come to her senses.” The cold woman stared at Han Li, pressing her lips together as she spoke with ruthless intent.

The next instant, she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the loudly humming blood-colored short sword as she swiftly formed a hand seal.

The few-inch-long sword blazed with crimson light, swelling to a full three feet in length. It was a ghastly red, monstrous and strange, and its bloody aura was so thick it made one want to retch on contact.

The cold woman paid this no mind. Her delicate hand reached out, grasping the sword’s hilt, and a burst of brilliant spiritual light erupted from her body as she poured all her spiritual power into the blade.

“This is bad. Attack now! Under no circumstances let her strike first!” Nangong Wan’s face could no longer remain composed. She cried out to Han Li in alarm.

Nangong Wan also knew a great deal about how fearsome the Blood Demon Sword was. Naturally, she could not believe Han Li’s words that it was nothing to fear.

So, without waiting for the Wheel of Reincarnation’s light she was gathering to fully solidify, she pointed abruptly at the enormous halo above her head.

The moon-like halo trembled, then began to spin rapidly. Moments later, a bizarre rainbow shot out from the halo, as beautiful and vibrant as a celestial jade reflection, arriving instantly before the cold woman.

Seeing this, the cold woman casually tossed the small triangular banner she had taken out first, without even a glance.

The banner left her jade hand, transforming into a vast expanse of thick, jade-green Yin mist that surged forward to meet the attack.

Light flashed. The rainbow plunged headlong into the green mist, and a dull rumbling sound came from within.

Like a flood dragon emerging from the water, the rainbow gained the upper hand immediately upon contact. It writhed and churned within the mist, trying to break through in a single strike. But the green mist clung like a parasitic worm. Driven by the cold woman’s divine sense, it layered itself persistently, refusing to let go, and the rainbow found it unable to break through for the moment.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan’s expression shifted drastically, while a flicker of joy passed over the cold woman’s face.

The next moment, the woman leveled the blood-colored longsword horizontally. With a weighty, almost ponderous motion, she made an empty slash through the air toward Han Li’s head.

A violent spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared above Han Li’s head, and a massive sword-light, a full forty feet long, materialized there.

The sword-light was a ghastly, blood-red color, its evil aura soaring to the heavens. It slashed down without the slightest hesitation.

On the other side, the cold woman, as if a great portion of her vital energy had been drained, had her face flush a deep red several times over. Then, the light in her hand faded, and the blood sword returned to its original size, falling limply into her palm.

The sword-light had only descended halfway when the surrounding spiritual energy, like a thousand rivers flowing to the sea, was completely absorbed by the blood-red slash.

Han Li felt his entire body tighten. In an instant, he was completely immobilized. Not only could he not form a hand seal or cast a spell, he could not even move a single finger. He could only watch helplessly as the sword-light descended upon him, slow and unhurried.

The bloody qi washed over his face.

At the sight of this, Nangong Wan’s face was as pale as snow. The cold woman’s expression flickered with a hint of mockery.

Just as both women believed Han Li was on the verge of a terrible disaster, Han Li, who had been staring fixedly at the falling blood-red sword-light, took a deep breath.

A thunderous roar and a wild flash of golden light erupted. A thin layer of pale golden arcs of electricity covered Han Li’s entire body.

The cold woman was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, the blood-red sword-light slashed straight into the net of lightning.

A thunderous boom shook the hall. Lightning and blood-red energy intertwined.

The seemingly awe-inspiring, massive sword-light, entangled in golden arcs, flickered wildly. It charged and struggled, yet it could not sever the seemingly delicate strands of electricity.

Instead, it was wrapped, layer by layer, bound within, struggling like a great fish caught in a net.

The moment the golden arcs of the Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning appeared, the binding on Han Li’s body vanished completely.

He looked at the sword-light and golden arcs in the air, a faint hint of surprise on his face.

If his senses were not mistaken, although the golden net formed by the Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning had trapped the blood-red sword-light, the Divine Lightning itself was being rapidly consumed by the sword-light’s struggles. If he hadn’t released nearly a third of his stored lightning in a single burst, whether he could have even trapped this bizarre sword-light was hard to say.

This was the first time he had heard of a demonic weapon that the Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning could not completely suppress.

But even so, if things continued like this, the blood-red sword-light and the lightning above him would end in mutual destruction, dispersing together.

He was not about to let that outcome happen.

With this thought, Han Li’s expression darkened. He raised both hands and sent two extraordinarily thick golden arcs shooting out from his palms, smashing directly into the blood-red sword-light through the golden net.

After a few moments of bombardment under the golden arcs, the sword-light let out a mournful cry and finally dissipated, transforming into a small mass of blood mist that floated motionless in the air.

Han Li didn’t hesitate. He pointed at the golden net above him. The net immediately contracted, wrapping the mass of blood energy completely within it, forming a golden sphere the size of a fist that fell into Han Li’s hand.

Only then did Han Li casually shift his gaze, glancing expressionlessly at the woman across from him.

What had just happened had rendered the cold woman utterly stunned. Her face was full of shock and disbelief.

Nangong Wan, too, had her delicate mouth slightly agape, frozen in place.

The Blood Demon Sword’s full-strength strike had been completely ineffective! This was highly uncharacteristic of both women.

Ever since this sword had mysteriously appeared in Tian Nan, no one knew whether it was an ancient treasure or a magic treasure.

This was because the sword could be absorbed into the body like a magic treasure, yet it could not be refined and bound like one. Almost anyone who acquired the sword could unleash its astonishing power.

Facing its empty slash, there was almost nothing that could block it, save for fleeing far away in advance. Nine out of ten cultivators who tried to meet the sword’s strike with techniques or treasures would be cut in two.

Of course, using this sword required more than just a massive amount of Essence Blood and vital energy. One also had to be constantly on guard against the demonic energy within the sword backlashing.

This was because, depending on how long the sword was used, a trace of demonic nature would infect the user’s true essence. If too much demonic nature accumulated, the owner of the Blood Demon Sword would suffer a backlash, losing their rationality, and eventually transforming into a raging, dancing corpse.

In Tian Nan, there were several other treasures of this type. As a result, cultivators in the region had dubbed them “Demonic Artifacts.” They were objects of both love and hate.

But Han Li did not wait for either woman to return to their senses. Instead, he let out a sharp chirp. The golden cloud of insects, which had been hovering on the other side of the hall, buzzed with sudden ferocity before surging toward the cold woman in an overwhelming tide.

This insect attack from Han Li finally jolted the cold woman out of her stupor. Furious and alarmed, she opened her mouth and spat out another silver short sword, swiftly forming a hand seal.

The silver sword blazed with light, enveloped in a blinding silver radiance.

Pffft!

With a sharp sound, the silver sword trembled. In the brilliant glow, it transformed into over a thousand fine silver strands, which shot through the air like breaking streaks of light.

They raced to meet the oncoming golden cloud of insects.

“Transforming the sword into silken threads,” Han Li muttered with a frown.

So, this Senior Apprentice Sister of Nangong Wan was a Sword Cultivator. No wonder most of her treasures were flying swords.

In that moment, the silver threads and the golden cloud collided.

A crisp, snapping sound rang out, and countless specks of gold rained down from the air. The golden cloud visibly thinned out.

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart sank.

So even his current Gold Devourer Beetles were still no match for Nascent Soul cultivators? Had all his effort been wasted after all?

The silver threads pierced through the golden cloud in an instant, then turned around and stabbed through it a second time.

Once again, many Gold Devourer Beetles fell from the sky.

Seeing this, the cold woman breathed a sigh of relief internally.

A few more exchanges like this, and she would wipe out these strange flying insects entirely. They were nothing to fear.

Han Li was naturally deeply disappointed. But then, his gaze swept over the fallen insects on the ground, and a flicker of joy appeared on his face.

These Gold Devourer Beetles, which should have been dead, all twitched at the same time. Letting out a sharp chirp, they spread their wings and flew back up, once again forming a mass of golden cloud that lunged at the cold woman.

Just then, a phoenix-like cry rang out from the green mist behind her. A blinding burst of light followed, and all the green mist was scattered cleanly, revealing a blazing, blood-red full moon.

The full moon shimmered, then slammed down toward the cold woman.

Seeing this, the cold woman’s expression changed drastically.

Suddenly, her figure spun rapidly within its light barrier. Her form transformed into a streak of black-and-white light, attempting to pierce the hall’s roof and flee.

After the previous exchange, this woman had finally come to understand. With her strength alone, she was likely no match for the combined might of Han Li and Nangong Wan.

Thus, she naturally wanted to escape the cave dwelling to summon the others, then return to subdue the two of them.

After all, no matter how powerful Han Li and Nangong Wan were, they would never be a match for the thousands upon thousands of Moon-Masking Sect disciples.

Moreover, once she was outside, she could activate the sect’s guardian grand formation, trapping the two of them within it.