I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Of the five demon lords, four of them looked at Fang Han in unison.

That look seemed to say, "You call this the third level of the Yuantai Realm?"

One punch shattered the formation, killing half of the demonic cultivators; it wouldn't have mattered if any of them had come forward.

"A certain secret technique for breaking the formation is just right to counter the Five Absolute Formation."

Fang Han's smile vanished, his eyes narrowed, and his voice turned icy.

The other four were slightly relieved, but still felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Shadow Moon of the Blood Shadow Sect suggested temporarily avoiding the attack, as that punch was beyond reason and they had no intention of fighting again.

“We know nothing about this person, and neither do he. We are both at the Yuantai Realm. We don’t believe he has three heads and six arms,” Zhao Lie said.

There is an upper limit to the combat power of the Yuantai Realm, and even the five Demon Lords working together felt that they had exceeded that limit.

No one on the Hidden Dragon List can do anything to them.

“That’s right, it’s laughable if word gets out that one person scared us away,” Yan Wuxin said.

"Attack together, don't set up formations, use your own special skills," Fang Han said.

Of the five, Jue Wuchen and Ying Yue were unwilling to take action. One was skilled in using poison, and the other was skilled in assassination. They did not like such a clash between strong individuals.

Helpless, Fang Han, Zhao Lie, and Yan Wuxin made up their minds.

The other surviving demonic cultivators retreated behind the five, all very nervous, some with sweaty palms.

If the five demon lords cannot defeat this person, they too will face certain doom.

The next second, Shen Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes and, under countless horrified gazes, soared into the air.

The bronze mask concealed his cold, stern face, but everyone could feel his sharp gaze.

His aura surged, and a golden longsword suddenly appeared, its light dazzling, as if it could pierce the sky.

"Sword Pill!"

Yan Wuxin's breathing became a little heavier. She was also at the Yuantai Realm. If she had a sword pellet, she could also perform the aerial technique!

"A vast sky stretches for ten thousand miles, swords sweep across mountains and rivers!!"

"Sword Nine!"

The golden longsword trembled slightly and split into two, the two sword lights undulating and dancing like serpents.

Then, two became four, the light intensified, and the swordplay grew even more ferocious. The sword shadows continued to split, moving with lightning speed. From four to eight, then to sixteen... the number increased exponentially.

Thousands upon thousands of golden longswords covered Shen Ming's body, their clanging sounds deafening.

Each sword exudes a powerful aura, seemingly possessing the power to destroy the world.

"Reincarnation Fist!"

Fang Han changed his usual demeanor, like an angry dragon crossing the river, and unleashed the ultimate technique of the Yellow Springs Sect.

The force of the fist is like a vast river or sea, advancing without hesitation.

With each punch, it seemed as if space itself could be stirred, the power advancing layer by layer, carrying boundless might, as if it wanted to encompass the entire world within the cycle of reincarnation.

"No Birth, Burial of Heaven!"

Yan Wuxin's crimson brow ornament was as red as blood, his killing intent and sword intent intertwined, his sword aura chilling!

The Sword of No Life gleamed with a cold, chilling light, its sword aura spreading as if it could sever all life, revealing a sense of despair and deathly stillness.

Jue Wuchen didn't hold back either. He pushed his palm forward, and the blue Xuanbing Flame burned fiercely, filled with poisonous gas.

Ice and Fire Poison Palm, one of the Ten Deadly Poisons!

If this palm strike were used outdoors, the grass and trees would wither, the earth would freeze, and people would retreat in fear.

Zhao Lie and Ying Yue also went all out, with five figures locking onto Shen Ming's aura from various directions.

This is the first time since the birth of the five demon lords that they have joined forces to unleash their ultimate techniques.

Because they knew that the newcomer could counter the formation, otherwise, if they formed the Five Absolute Formation, no one in the Yuantai Realm could stop them.

Not only Ma Liang and the other prisoners, but also the demonic cultivators dared not utter a sound. Feeling such power up close, they instinctively felt uneasy.

"You don't know what you can do!"

Shen Ming brought his two fingers together and pointed them forward sharply.

The thousands upon thousands of golden swords surged forth like a raging tide, covering the sky and the earth.

The sword strike was powerful, leaving countless scratches on the walls of the treasure vault wherever it passed.

Countless flying swords surged forth like a torrent, striking with overwhelming force.

"Suppress me!"

The veins on Fang Han's face bulged, clearly indicating that he had used all his strength.

The Samsara Divine Fist contains the power of reincarnation and can suppress all attacks.

The Rinnegan can see through all attacks; when combined with the Rinnegan, they are invincible!

Thousands of flying swords, though as fast as lightning, were clearly visible under his Samsara Eye.

The force of his fists was overwhelming, and he was confident that he could suppress and erase every flying sword.

Seeing Fang Han like this, the other four people were greatly encouraged.

Although flying swords are terrifying, Fang Han never fights a battle he's not confident of winning.

He can see through the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, and he won't make a move unless he's 70% certain of victory.

However, just as the power of reincarnation in Fang Han's fist technique surged, it was pierced fiercely by several flying swords.

The flying sword contained profound power, which instantly tore the power of reincarnation to pieces.

As his fist strike was broken, Fang Han felt a tremendous force rebounding from him, causing his body to tremble slightly.

His Rinnegan stung with pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The boundless sword aura contained within the flying sword instantly exceeded the limit of his Rinnegan!

Fang Han was incredulous; his previously confident expression vanished.

The Samsara Fist, which he was so proud of, could not suppress it, and the Samsara Eye could not see through it.

Is this person my nemesis?!

If he was like this, the other four were even more vulnerable.

Yan Wuxin's lifeless sword energy was instantly shattered by numerous flying swords, and the small sword flower between his eyebrows was smudged, like ink dripping into water.

Jue Wuchen's poisonous palm was naturally no match for the flying sword.

No matter how fast Zhao Lie's Heaven-Stealing Divine Leg was, it couldn't outrun the flying swords.

Shadow Moon had nowhere to hide under the flying sword.

With its powerful sword momentum, the flying sword forcefully tore apart the ultimate techniques of the five demon lords.

The five people looked at each other, their minds momentarily blank, unsure of what to do next.

The four looked at Fang Han, who did not offer any advice as he usually did.

His Rinnegan eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were dilated, and his eye sockets were red.

"disease!"

What's most disheartening is that Shen Ming's sword strikes haven't ended yet.

With a flick of his sword, the countless flying swords reassembled into a golden longsword, following their previous trajectory.

Even though it has been transformed into a weapon, its power should not be underestimated. The moment it is activated, it turns into a golden beam of light that pierces straight down.

Fang Han, Yan Wuxin, and Zhao Lie, who were within the range of this sword strike, were unable to utter a single word as half of their bodies were wiped off.

Jue Wuchen and Yingyue survived only by luck, managing to avoid the fatal blows, but they were still seriously injured.

Suppressing his fear, he turned and ran.

Shen Ming raised an eyebrow. He unleashed this sword strike, leaping into the air, with thousands of swords flying together, displaying immense power. The only drawback was that he couldn't move.

By the time he landed on the ground, the two who had escaped had vanished without a trace.

Shen Ming didn't care much. He stretched his palm forward, and the sword pellet turned into a tiny grain, disappearing into his palm and returning to his body.

The process of refining the sword pellet allowed him to reach the sixth level of Sword Heart Clarity, enabling him to unleash Sword Nine.

Sword Nine is an area-of-effect attack. With the enhancement of Sword Pellet, it has the same power as before, capable of defeating the five Demon Lords simultaneously.