Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han, hidden in the ghostly mist, focused his gaze on the remaining blue smoke in mid-air, his mind racing.

"Azure Fire Thunder..."

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with amusement.

According to the original owner's memories, this item was a secret fire-thunder weapon from the Qingyang Sect of the Demonic Path.

Each one requires a large amount of rare materials to refine and takes a very long time. Its power is comparable to the Yuan Yang Fire of a Nascent Soul cultivator, making it a rare treasure.

Aside from the closest disciples of the Three Yang Old Demon, ordinary disciples of the Qingyang Sect could not possibly possess this item.

Thinking of this, Qin Han glanced at the late-stage Core Formation cultivator who was fighting the two-headed tiger demon, and another black-robed man who was fighting Yuan Yao.

"Could it be... that these people are the nephews or nieces of the Three Yang Old Demon?" Thinking of this, Qin Han's face showed a playful expression.

If that's the case, then that's interesting.

The Three Yang Old Demon ordered the pursuit of Yuan Yao because she killed the young master of the Qingyang Sect and stole the Crying Soul Beast and the Ringing Soul Pearl.

And now, it seems that the old demon's nephews and nieces have been killed by Han Li in the Void Heaven Palace!

Whether this debt is attributed to Han Li or Yuan Yao, it is enough to enrage that old demon.

Whether out of personal feelings or for the sake of Qingyang Sect's reputation, they cannot let this go easily.

Qin Han happened to witness all of this.

"In that case..."

Qin Han slowly raised a ghostly claw, and immediately a dark mist swirled in his palm, with a hazy gray light condensing and surging, gradually transforming into a gray light screen about a foot square.

The image was clearly visible within the light screen.

It was Han Li who controlled the swarm of gold-devouring insects, devouring the black-robed cultivator until he vanished.

From the confrontation of flying swords, to the exorcising divine thunder that defeated the enemy, to the swarm of insects that surrounded and killed them, and finally to the storage bag that was put into his storage bag, every detail is vividly depicted.

"Now I have another weakness in my hands." Qin Han thought to himself, then sneered. He clenched his fist, and the hazy light screen turned into a wisp of dark mist, disappearing back into his body.

……

at the same time.

Meanwhile, Yuan Yao was locked in combat with another black-robed cultivator in the early stages of Core Formation.

She was already injured, and had been severely wounded by Qin Han's palm strike, from which she had not yet recovered.

He was struggling to stay upright, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his face looked as pale as paper.

Fortunately, the fiery red hammer in her hand was of high quality. With each swing, large bursts of blue flames erupted. Although she was at a disadvantage, she was not about to be defeated for the time being.

On the other hand, the black-robed cultivator fighting Yuan Yao became more and more courageous, wielding a blood-red demonic blade that flew up and down, its blade energy crisscrossing, forcing Yuan Yao to retreat repeatedly.

Just then, Yuan Yao caught a glimpse of the golden and silver-colored clouds swirling above Han Li's head, as well as a large number of gold-devouring insects that had been blasted down by the Azure Fire Thunder on the ground, and a thought immediately welled up in her mind.

Azure Fire Thunder?!

She was very familiar with this item.

This is the secret fire and lightning recipe of the Qingyang Sect!

Yuan Yao's expression suddenly turned ugly. You should know that she had several of them in her storage bag at the moment, which she had obtained from the young master of Qingyang Sect.

She glanced instinctively at the two black-robed cultivators locked in fierce combat, and an absurd thought popped into her head.

Could these people be from the Qingyang Sect? Or perhaps they were sent by the Three Yang Old Demon to hunt her down?

This moment of distraction created an opening!

A fierce glint flashed in the black-robed cultivator's eyes, and the blood-red demonic blade in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blood light. The blade turned, dodging the strange hammer in Yuan Yao's hand, and stabbed straight at her vital chest!

"Go to hell!"

The black-robed demonic cultivator roared, his blade flashing and his attack incredibly fast.

Yuan Yao was already severely injured and couldn't react in time. Just as the bloody light was about to pierce through her chest, at the critical moment...

Suddenly, two sharp azure lights pierced through the air, arriving faster than expected and striking the black-robed cultivator's demonic blade with perfect accuracy!

With two crisp clangs, the black-robed cultivator's demonic blade was deflected by one of the azure lights, its blade veering off by several inches, barely grazing Yuan Yao's side and tearing a gash in her robes.

Yuan Yao broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly retreated.

The black-robed cultivator was so struck by the azure light that his hands went numb, and he nearly dropped his demonic blade.

Before he could regain his footing, another beam of green light shot out from the side, heading straight for his face!

The black-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly made a hand seal, activating the bone-shaped shield floating beside him, which he used to block the attack.

"Bang!" A muffled sound rang out as the blue light struck the bone fragment.

The bone fragment shimmered with a blood-red aura, managing to withstand the attack.

Seeing this, the black-robed cultivator curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and was about to speak mockingly when he suddenly sensed an extremely faint fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from behind him.

The black-robed cultivator instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. With a muffled "whoosh," another beam of azure light shot silently from his back, piercing through his chest with devastating force.

The tip of the flying sword was stained with scarlet blood, standing out starkly in the hazy, gloomy mist.

The black-robed cultivator's body suddenly stiffened. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the exposed sword tip on his chest, his face full of disbelief.

"This...how is this possible..."

He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the tall figure in the distance who was fighting the two-headed tiger demon, and uttered two words with trembling lips.

"Big brother..." Before he could finish speaking, as Han Li waved his hand and the flying sword was pulled away, his body fell straight forward, crashing to the ground and ceasing to breathe.

Han Li glanced expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground, his gaze falling on the bone fragment and the demonic blade. He raised his hand and summoned the two magical artifacts along with the storage bag at the corpse's waist. After scanning them with his divine sense, he casually put them away.

After doing all this, a burst of crimson light emanated from his palm. With a flick of his wrist, several blazing fireballs shot out and slammed into the black-robed cultivator's corpse.

With a series of crackling sounds, the black-robed cultivator's corpse was burned to ashes in just a few breaths.

"Fellow Daoist Han..." At this moment, Yuan Yao looked at him with a pale face, wanting to say something.

However, Han Li waved his hand, interrupting her.

"Thank you for helping me hold off that person. Go and heal your wounds. Once I've killed that late-stage Core Formation cultivator, we'll leave immediately, or things might change."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a blue light flashed in his palm, revealing a delicate little porcelain bottle.

Seeing this, Yuan Yao didn't hesitate and took the small porcelain bottle.

Inside was a pill that was very beneficial for healing injuries. He swallowed it, sat down on the spot, and began to refine its medicinal power.

At this moment, Han Li's gaze fell on the two-headed tiger demon and the late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

At the same time, Qin Han, who was hiding in the shadows, watched this scene and raised his ghostly claw with a half-smile. The light screen in his palm reappeared, clearly recording the scene of Han Li killing the second black-robed cultivator.