Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Lin Han smiled faintly and said: "I am who I am, a firework of different colors."

"Boy, you're good! You should be proud of yourself for forcing me to use even 34% of my strength. But today, I'll let you see what true despair is!" Leng Aotian forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart. He knew very well that if he couldn't get rid of this man today, he would become a big trouble in the future.

"Hmm... Come on, hurry up. I need to go back early to get my beauty sleep. Unlike you, an ugly guy, who stays up all night practicing and has wrinkles all over his face." Lin Han's words were light-hearted and humorous, but like a sharp blade, they accurately pierced Leng Aotian's sore spot, leaving him speechless for a moment, and his face became even gloomier.

[Resentment value from Leng Aotian +174444]

"You..."

Leng Aotian was so angry that his whole body was shaking. Black demonic energy surged wildly around him, as if even the heavens and the earth were changing color. "Good! Good! You sharp-tongued brat! If I, Leng Aotian, don't grind you to dust today, I will not be a human being!"

"Sand Coin, you are not a human being." Lin Han chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

&34;Zhao, demonization—open!&34;

Leng Aotian roared angrily, and the black energy around him suddenly became thicker, as if it was about to swallow him whole. His body began to twist and deform, and dark red lines faintly appeared under his skin. Those were the magic lines that only appeared when one's magic cultivation reached its peak.

His eyes turned blood red, and there seemed to be flames dancing in his pupils, releasing a terrifying and heart-pounding pressure.

"Extreme Demon Fist——" Leng Aotian roared again, and he stretched out his body like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, carrying the momentum to destroy the world, and punched Lin Han.

"Kid, remember to be careful in your next life! Hehehe..."

Facing Leng Aotian's full-strength attack, Lin Han not only did not show any fear, but instead a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He did not move, just stood there quietly, as steady as a mountain.

The Extreme Demon Fist hit Lin Han just like that, but when the expected roar sounded, circles of golden ripples suddenly appeared around Lin Han. The golden light was like substance, wrapping up Leng Aotian's Extreme Demon Fist and dissolving it into nothingness.

"What!?" Leng Aotian's eyes widened, and he looked at the scene in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

&34;No... Impossible!&34;

&34;Come again!&34;

"Extreme Demon Fist——"

Leng Aotian roared repeatedly, as if he wanted to pour all his resentment and anger into this punch. However, no matter how he mobilized the demonic power in his body, the golden ripples could always easily dissolve his attacks.

Lin Han's figure still stood, his eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm and pity.

"Not bad, not bad, the strength is just right. I think you are quite suitable to be a 'male technician', otherwise it would be a waste of your career."

Leng Aotian's face turned pale upon hearing this, and veins throbbing in his forehead. He had never felt so aggrieved, and he had never imagined that the magical power he was so proud of would be so vulnerable in front of a young man. "You...what kind of magic did you use!" he roared, his voice mingled with despair and unwillingness.

"Magic? Haha... it's really like an old lady wanting to kiss you, and she made me laugh again!" Lin Han chuckled and shook his head, his smile full of ridicule for Leng Aotian's ignorance.

[Resentment value from Leng Aotian +168888]

(?6?5?2?6皿?2?6)……

Leng Aotian's veins popped up, "You...you...you"

"What do you mean by 'you'? Straighten your tongue before you speak. It sounds uncomfortable." Lin Han shrugged.

"I...I'm going to kill you!" Leng Aotian completely lost his mind. He no longer held back, and the black energy in his body surged like boiling magma, trying to break free from all restraints. He knew that if he didn't use his trump card, he would be defeated by this seemingly young opponent today.

"Forbidden Technique—Devil's Blood Boils!" Leng Aotian roared to the sky, his voice filled with endless madness.

As he finished speaking, the black demonic energy in his body suddenly boiled over, as if hundreds of demons were roaring inside, causing the entire space to tremble.

The black demonic energy quickly condensed into a thick layer of armor on his body. Strange runes flowed on the armor, emitting a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.

Leng Aotian's eyes had completely turned blood red, like two burning flames, revealing his desperate determination.

"Boy, this is my strongest forbidden technique. It costs me my own blood and energy in exchange for an ultimate burst of power in a short period of time. Today, either you die or I die!" Leng Aotian sneered sinisterly.

"Hey, self-confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is stupid!" Lin Han shook his head slightly, still with that playful smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all about Leng Aotian's crazy behavior.

"Hmph, kid, stop trying to act so high and mighty. You're going to die a miserable death!"

"Demon Wave Claw—!" Leng Aotian roared, and the black armor on his body suddenly burst into a dazzling light. Immediately afterwards, a huge claw condensed from pure demonic energy tore through the air and suddenly grabbed Lin Hantian's head with the power to tear through the sky.

Seeing this, Lin Han remained calm and composed, and then whispered three words: "Juetian Hand!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge golden hand appeared out of thin air. The golden hand emitted a dazzling light, as if it contained the purest power in the world, forming a sharp contrast with Leng Aotian's magic claws that were filled with demonic energy.

The golden hand waved lightly, and it met the Demon Wave Claw at an incredible speed. The two collided violently in the air, erupting in a deafening roar.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the space seemed to tremble, but what was shocking was that the seemingly indestructible Demon Wave Claw was torn into countless pieces in an instant like fragile paper under the casual touch of the golden hand, and dissipated into nothingness.

((=°Д°=)

&34;How is this possible... Impossible!&34;

Leng Aotian's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he looked incredulous. The demonic blood in his body was boiling to the extreme, but he still couldn't shake Lin Han at all.

However, Lin Han did not give him any time to react. He directly controlled the golden sword to slam down at him. The speed was as fast as lightning, making it impossible for people to dodge.

"boom!"

The golden hand slammed heavily on the demonic armor on Leng Aotian's body. With a deafening explosion, the sturdy armor shattered like foam and turned into black light and dissipated.

Leng Aotian was like being hit by a sledgehammer. He retreated several feet and fell heavily to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of disbelief and despair.

"You... who are you? Why do you have such powerful strength?" Leng Aotian raised his head with difficulty, his voice weak and trembling.