Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 120 The Real End

Han Yi brandished the Xuan Tie sword, slashing towards Song Qing's neck like an eagle spreading its wings. "Your upper body is protected by a magical artifact that cannot be broken, but your neck is not protected in the same way!"

In the distance, Song Qing's face was ashen, and his body trembled like a sieve. The "awakening" time had passed, and the backlash from using the treasure was coming. He was now severely injured and extremely weak.

In addition, one of his arms had been crippled, leaving him completely unable to fight. He shakily raised his other hand, his lips moving.

"I admit it..."

boom!

Song Wei's chair shattered again, and a large amount of vibrant, invisible green energy surged from his body, a manifestation of the complete eruption of "Yin Liu Jin".

The surrounding disciples were as if bound by willow whips, unable to move, their eyes revealing a trace of fear!

Swish!

Li Chengfeng's eyes turned cold, and in an instant, his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers seemingly painted with flame patterns, and he lightly slashed at Song Wei's body.

Crack!

Just like a lush willow tree encountering a raging fire, silently, its eerie greenness fades away, turning into scorching hot charcoal!

"Fierce Fire Strength" means a raging fire that never dies out, and it is the most effective counter to Yin Wood.

puff!

Song Wei felt as if his chest was burning, extremely uncomfortable, and he could barely hold back a mouthful of blood. But under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could Song Wei, as an elder, lose face like this? His huge face, which was almost indistinguishable between his chin and neck, turned red as he swallowed the blood.

"Han Yi, pay attention to the rules..."

Li Feng anxiously called out to Han Yi. He and Song Qing were enemies, so he didn't care whether Song Qing lived or died. But if Han Yi broke the rules and killed Song Qing on the stage, he would probably get into big trouble!

At this moment, with the combined benefits of 'dual wielding' and 'concentration', Han Yi felt as if time around him had slowed down, like a gently flowing stream.

He looked up and saw Elder Song and Elder Li arguing on the high platform.

He caught a glimpse of Li Feng and Pan Sheng shouting loudly below the arena.

He observed that in the corner, Song Qing's face was as white as a sheet of paper, filled with terror.

Everything was laid bare before him, completely under his control. 'Song Qing can die, but not be killed by me on the arena!'

'Unfortunately, my cultivation level isn't strong enough; I don't have the power to overturn the table...'

At this moment, thoughts flashed through Han Yi's mind like lightning, and all sorts of possibilities were eliminated like fleeting shadows on water or like dream bubbles.

So he changed his slashing motion into a slapping motion, and the massive blade of his Xuan Tie sword, as thick as a door panel, slammed heavily onto Song Qing like a locomotive, unleashing a burst of violent force!

Boom, boom, boom!

Song Qing was instantly sent flying dozens of meters away like a rag doll, and then rolled into the crowd like a gourd.

"Ouch!"

In an instant, the onlookers were thrown into chaos and suffered a great misfortune.

At this moment, Elder Song was finally able to break free from Elder Li's grasp. He scooped up Song Qing, checked his breathing, and then breathed a sigh of relief. "Han Yi, are you tired of living?"

Then, Elder Song turned around, unleashing his full power as a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage. His unparalleled killing intent seemed to transform into a heavy mountain, pressing down on Han Yi.

Han Yi felt an invisible pressure instantly envelop him as Elder Song stared intently at him, making the hairs on his back stand on end, but his body did not sway in the slightest.

"Elder Song, there's a reason for this, please forgive me!"

Han Yi cupped his fists together and spoke in a calm and composed tone, neither humble nor arrogant.

“…...”

Elder Song remained silent, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Han Yi had just experienced a fierce battle. Although he was still in high spirits, his clothes were tattered and he looked like he was on his last legs.

He knew he was no match for Li Chengfeng, but he had seen many Blood Refining Martial Artists, and how many of them were not afraid of Meridian Opening Stage Martial Artists?

Now, how could a mere injured early-stage Blood Refinement martial artist withstand his aura, even with Li Chengfeng's backing?

What Elder Song didn't know was that Han Yi was genuinely fearless. Although he looked disheveled, he had only suffered some superficial injuries and had preserved his true fighting strength.

Elder Song's overall strength is '115~150', while Han Yi himself has a value of '95~134', which is the source of his confidence!

Elder Song didn't say a word, and Han Yi remained silent as well. The two of them stared at each other quietly, and the onlookers around them didn't even dare to breathe.

Elder Song admired Han Yi more and more, and he became quite interested in him.

Considering this person crawled out of the mines, possessing talent, strength, perseverance, and, most remarkably, such a strong will...

Those who can become martial arts masters with open meridians are certainly not stupid, and Elder Song immediately felt a desire to acquire such talent.

"Han Yi, Li Chengfeng is definitely not a good person, you're better off..."

Whoosh!

A somewhat thin figure silently landed between Han Yi and Elder Song.

Instantly, Elder Song's overwhelming momentum was swept away.

"Han Yi, is there anything seriously wrong with your health?"

Elder Li smiled broadly and took out a smooth, lustrous jade bottle from his robes, resembling mutton fat.

"This is the Bloodstone Rejuvenating Pill, which is most effective in restoring injuries and replenishing qi and blood. Take it quickly and take good care of your injuries!"

"Humph!"

Distracted by Elder Li, Elder Song could no longer speak. He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and quickly left with Song Qing.

Han Yi caught the jade bottle, looked down at it, his eyes sharp as a knife. Then, he raised his head, smiled, and bowed.

"Thank you, Elder, for the medicine!"

He was just about to hear Elder Song's assessment when, unexpectedly, he was interrupted at the crucial moment...

Regardless, he largely agreed with Elder Song's first statement; Elder Li was indeed a cunning and difficult person to get along with.

Now, with just a little trickery, they've already categorized Han Yi as part of the Li family, and they even want to use some small favors to gain his gratitude...

On the surface, Elder Li might even earn a reputation for 'cherishing talent'...

Han Yi himself, if he hadn't known Elder Li's true colors, would probably have been deceived too! 'Perhaps, I should consider Bai Sanren's suggestion…'

Han Yi made a choice.

"Han Yi and others... have advanced!"

"Do any of the disciples have any objections to the list of those promoted in this sect competition?"

In the midst of a silent silence, the sect competition, which had recruited the largest number of participants in its history, truly came to an end in a strange atmosphere…