Thinking up to this point, Zhao Zhiqian did not bother to waste any more words on explanations. Raising his cold eyes, he swept his gaze toward the two members of the Han family who had been watching from above.
“You Hans! If you want to fight, get down here! If not, get lost!”
“Brother...”
Among the two Han family members, the younger one's lips twitched violently. A harsh light flashed in his eyes as his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword.
The older one reached out to press down on his shoulder, uttering a single word in a low voice:
“Go!”
“Brother!”
The young man was filled with disbelief and said urgently, “Before entering the Blessed Land, the Clan Head personally instructed us that in times of crisis, we could ally with the Four Sects of Nanxiang!”
“You are still young. You don't understand the Clan Head's meaning.”
The older Han family member flicked his sleeves and turned to leave, leaving behind cold words:
“If we were the ones in danger, we would naturally seek an alliance with the Four Sects of Nanxiang.
“But we are perfectly safe right now. Why should we form an alliance?
“Do not forget, once we enter this Blessed Land, everyone is a rival for treasures.
“The harder they fight, the more opportunities we will have.”
“This...”
Looking at his cousin's retreating back, the young man was dumbfounded.
His lips twitched for a long moment. After a brief hesitation, he finally stamped his foot and chased after him with his head down.
In an instant, only the disciple from the Star-Plucking Sect's Chiming Academy was left on the slope, his expression shifting rapidly.
But he only hesitated for a mere two breaths of time!
Gritting his teeth, he stepped out from beneath the tree. With a few leaps, he landed beside Shen Xiuhan, cupped his fists, and spoke with a tone of reckless determination!
“Senior Brother Shen!
“Inner court disciple Kong You of Chiming Academy is here to assist!”
“Very well.”
A trace of admiration flashed deep in Shen Xiuhan's eyes, and he nodded. “You and Junior Sister Feng deal with this demon colluder!
“Leave those four demon bastards to me.
“Once they are slain, you will have a share of the treasures on this island.”
“What gall!”
Instead of becoming angry, the bald demon laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
He waved his large hand!
Four scimitars were unsheathed at the same time, blood-red light swirling on their blades. A sickening, bloody wind blew over, making one want to retch!
“Brothers!
“This little beast thinks everyone in our Sacred Sect is as useless as those trash in Cangwu County! Let's show him what we're made of!
“Form the array!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four figures moved in unison. In the blink of an eye, they dispersed to the four cardinal directions, trapping Shen Xiuhan firmly in the center.
Four powerful auras erupted instantly, hanging overhead like dark clouds, their chilling killing intent condensing without dispersing!
“Senior Brother, be careful!”
Feng Zhilan's face paled. As if suddenly remembering something, she cried out in alarm, “These four are the Nether Yellow Springs Four Demons under Chou Zun of the Yinsha Sect! Every one of them has a cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Anjin Rank, and they are proficient in a combined demon array! When they work together, even an ordinary Huajin Rank expert would have to temporarily retreat!”
“Hahaha! You little brat sure know a lot. In a bit, I'll make sure you get a taste of my weapon later!”
The bald giant laughed wildly.
This man was none other than the leader of the Nether Yellow Springs Four Demons!
Nether Demon!
No sooner had he spoken!
The four demons moved in unison!
Four scimitars slashed down simultaneously from four directions!
The howling wind of the blades had not even reached him, yet it already pressed the weeds on the ground flat!
Shen Xiuhan's expression did not change as Hanlin was instantly raised.
In the next instant, he moved.
He did not retreat.
He did not block.
Instead...
He advanced!
With a light tap of his toes on the ground, his figure glided along the earth like a swift swan. Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging straight toward the Nether Demon directly ahead!
Swift Swan, Swimming Dragon!
This movement was unbelievably fast.
Nether Demon felt his vision blur as a freezing sword-glow pricked at his throat!
Thousand-Wave Sword: First Wave Overlapping the River!
The sword-glow layered upon itself like a surging river, unstoppable!
“What?!”
Nether Demon's eyes nearly split from their sockets. He violently threw his head back and retreated, hurriedly raising his scimitar to defend, the blade blocking his face.
Yet Shen Xiuhan's strike was merely a feint!
The sword's momentum abruptly shifted in mid-air. Utilizing the opponent's force against him, the flat of the sword struck heavily against Nether Demon's blade!
Flowing Cloud Swordplay: Cloud and Mist Pushing the Mountain!
Clang!
A sharp, ear-piercing metallic ring resounded!
Nether Demon only felt a soft, gentle force surging toward him.
But hidden behind that gentle force was a colossal power akin to a collapsing mountain!
His entire right arm was swept to the left against his will!
Clang!
It happened to collide with the blade slashed by the Underworld Demon on his left!
The two scimitars collided violently in mid-air, sending sparks flying in all directions!
Underworld Demon's hand instantly split open at the webbing, blood spurting out as his scimitar flew from his grip!
With a squelch, it embedded itself into a tree trunk thirty feet away, the hilt vibrating wildly!
With just one move, the scimitar array of the four-man encirclement was shattered!
Nether Demon's pupils contracted sharply as he roared hoarsely, “Old Third, fill the gap! Old Fourth—”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Before he could finish, three sharp, piercing whistles cut him off completely!
Three flying needles shot out in a triangular formation, precisely blocking the path of the fourth demon, Spring Demon!
Spring Demon had just raised his blade when he saw three cold stars flying straight toward his face, throat, and chest. Scared out of his wits, how could he care about the array?
He threw himself to the ground, rolling and crawling in a pathetic scramble to escape the lethal strike.
“Fool!”
Nether Demon's eyes blazed with rage as he retreated rapidly!
An opportunity!
The coldness in Shen Xiuhan's eyes was like frost. With a flick of his long sword, a brilliant sword-glow suddenly erupted!
“Not good!”
Nether Demon hurriedly raised his blade to block.
But... it was too late!
Shen Xiuhan slashed upward. The sword-glow cascaded like moonlight, severing the arm holding the blade right at the shoulder without any resistance!
Blood sprayed violently like a geyser!
“No!”
Nether Demon let out a blood-curdling shriek that sounded barely human!
The sword-glow had not faded!
Shen Xiuhan tightened his grip on the hilt and unleashed his wrist strength!
Whoosh!
Hanlin left his hand, transforming into a bolt of cold lightning that pierced through the throat with unbelievable speed!
The tip of the sword entered through Nether Demon's open mouth, piercing straight through the back of his head!
The fierce sword-glow shredded his throat, tongue, mouth, and trachea into a mangled mess of flesh and blood!
Bang!
The sword's momentum did not slow!
Carrying Nether Demon's corpse along with it, the sword pinned him firmly to a towering ancient tree behind him!
Blood trickled down the trunk, staining a large patch of the bark crimson.
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