"Five Elements Ring?" The expression of the Ancient Demon shifted abruptly. His eyes were fixed intently on the humming wheel in He Yiming's hand, gleaming with incredulity mixed with a wolfish, covetous gleam.
Madman Dai’s eyes were completely bloodshot. “That’s right, it must be... No, this is a replica artifact. I can’t believe someone could even forge a replica of this divine artifact; it’s simply unbelievable.”
The Ancient Demon nodded slightly. He had finally understood why the power of He Yiming's last strike had been so immense—it turned out that all the might stemmed from the replica divine artifact in his possession.
However, the more this was the case, the more the greed churning within him became impossible to suppress.
He Yiming let out a loud laugh. “Your eyesight is indeed sharp.” Though he was speaking, his actions were not slow in the slightest. Vast True Qi surged into the Five Elements Ring, the incessant humming rising in volume.
Light sputtered wildly from the Five Elements Ring, and suddenly, these rays erupted outward, countless streams of light shooting out in all directions from the ring.
With a deafening crash, the entire great hall was instantly riddled with holes, followed by endless, piercing shrieks. A deluge of rumbling force pressed down upon the two Venerables before them.
Compared to when he had first ascended to the Venerable realm, He Yiming's command over the Five Elements Ring had advanced further. Under his control, every ray of light contained about thirty percent of his True Qi. Although it was only thirty percent, the replica artifact, the Five Elements Ring, simultaneously provided a corresponding surge of power.
Thus, the hundreds of streams of light in the sky were akin to hundreds of He Yimings simultaneously attacking them with sixty percent of their True Qi—such destructive capability was truly astounding, its powerful aura utterly beyond description.
The Ancient Demon and Madman Dai’s expressions changed drastically. Though they knew the terror inherent in replica divine artifacts, this level of power was still enough to strike fear into their hearts.
Here, the frantic Madman Dai became calm. He raised the steel plate in his hand high, whirling it to unleash a massive wall of light, enveloping both himself and the Ancient Demon.
Simultaneously, the Ancient Demon was not idle. The two small weapons in his hands constantly thrust into the void.
Each thrust immediately produced a trace of crimson light. This blood-red light seemed to nurture immense latent power. Upon contact with the torrent of light streaking from the heavens, it resulted in mutual annihilation, vanishing without a trace.
Amidst the continuous barrage, nearly a hundred beams of light fiercely struck Madman Dai’s steel plate. Each heavy impact caused his body to tremble slightly, and his feet involuntarily sank a little into the ground.
When he finally managed to absorb all the light, nearly half of his body was buried beneath the earth.
Powerful True Qi scattered violently, wreaking unparalleled destruction upon the surroundings. After a monumental roar, the entire great hall finally collapsed completely, reduced to ruins.
Several figures soared into the air, subtly separating themselves into two distinct groups.
Chu Haozhou’s Dragon Whip lashed out, sometimes long, sometimes short, and his entire person seemed to transform into a long whip. His movement was as agile as a swimming fish, showing a slight similarity to He Yiming’s self-created Hesitant Movement. In just a moment, he alone managed to tightly ensnare the two great experts of the Hai Tian Sect.
However, Lin Yiwu and Chen Wo were steady and meticulous, their coordination flawless, as if they were a single entity. Moreover, they aimed only for defense, clearly intending to stall Chu Haozhou while awaiting the outcome of He Yiming’s battle.
The other cluster of entangled figures naturally comprised He Yiming and his allies.
Precisely because the Five Elements Ring in his hand exhibited such terrifying power, the Ancient Demon and Madman Dai, having suffered a major blow, dared not fight He Yiming from a distance any longer.
If that horrifying stream-of-light attack came a few more times, they wouldn't need to fight at all.
The moment the great hall collapsed, the two charged forward recklessly, engaging He Yiming with the sharpest momentum and the fiercest style of combat.
He Yiming weaved freely between the two using the Fish Swimming Movement. Under the immense pressure, his Fish Swimming Movement was becoming increasingly perfected.
And the Five Elements Ring in his hand spun ceaselessly. If the two tried to draw back, it would immediately hum loudly, forcing them back with a powerful spray of light—he was actually using the strength of these two opponents to test and refine his self-created movement technique.
The Ancient Demon and Madman Dai were clearly experienced; within moments, they grasped He Yiming's intentions, filling them with extreme annoyance. But He Yiming’s movement technique was too bizarre, and the power of the Five Elements Ring was excessively great. No matter how they attacked, nine out of ten blows missed. Even on the rare occasions they meticulously identified a flaw in He Yiming’s footwork, the Five Elements Ring easily blocked it.
Slowly, the flaws in He Yiming’s movement technique seemed to diminish, and his eyes grew brighter, filled with elation.
The Ancient Demon suddenly whispered something, and Madman Dai responded. His eyes widened, his hair stood on end, and the steel plate in his hand whirled like a wagon wheel, his gaze locked dead onto He Yiming.
Under that pair of crazed eyes, even He Yiming felt a flicker of dread.
Madman Dai truly lived up to his reputation. Once driven mad, he cast all caution aside, letting loose completely. Every swing was delivered with a mutually destructive intent, forcing He Yiming onto the defensive.
Yet, what surprised He Yiming even more was that the Ancient Demon closely followed Madman Dai’s rear. He did not attack, but instead took out a box from his person.
For some unknown reason, the moment this box was produced, He Yiming felt a strange sense of familiarity.
This feeling was sudden and utterly illogical, yet profoundly real.
The Ancient Demon glanced at He Yiming, seemingly noticing the curiosity in his eyes. He allowed a hideous smile to cross his lips, then opened the box.
Inside the box were dozens of white beads.
He Yiming’s gaze fell upon these beads, and his expression subtly changed. He was not unfamiliar with these things. If he wasn't mistaken, these must be Sarira relics.
However, He Yiming had only found a few relics in the lair of the Black Vulture King, whereas the box held dozens—he had no idea where the Ancient Demon had collected so many.
The Ancient Demon chuckled grimly, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, splashing it onto the Sarira relics.
Immediately after, the Ancient Demon stretched out his hand and flung the relics outward.
He Yiming continued to deal with the frenzied Madman Dai while cautiously observing the Ancient Demon’s actions.
But then, the truly shocking event occurred: the dozens of Sarira relics, after being scattered into the air by the Ancient Demon, did not fall to the ground. Instead, they floated in the air.
And from the Sarira relics, wisps of blood-red mist began to emanate.
In just a moment, this mist spread out, coalescing into a crimson fog-figure.
Chu Haozhou’s voice suddenly cut through the air: “The Blood Condensation Man—Ancient Demon, you actually succeeded in cultivating it.”
The Ancient Demon laughed aloud, his voice thick with unspeakable triumph. “You failed to kill me a hundred years ago. Now that my Blood Condensation Man is complete, I can roam the East Sea; let’s see who dares stop me now.”
Lin Yiwu said solemnly, “Brother Gu, hurry and strike to kill them. You absolutely cannot let them escape, or the consequences will be endless.”
The Ancient Demon laughed heartily. “Brother Lin, rest assured. With the Blood Condensation Man and Six-Legs here, they certainly cannot flee.”
“Hoo… hoo…”
Loud gasps echoed from the ruins. The Holy Beast Six-Legs, nearly three zhang long, slowly crawled out. It appeared rather nonchalant, seemingly unconcerned by the fight here.
Indeed, this Holy Beast possessed extremely high intelligence; with the number of Venerables present, it seemed unnecessary for it to intervene.
The Ancient Demon gave a soft cry. “I want both your Five Elements Ring and your Sarira relics. Die.”
His figure twisted strangely, and he charged forward, the bizarre, blood-red fog-figure closely following behind him.
He Yiming felt no fear towards the fog-figure; rather, he sensed a power of the same origin.
His mind filled with suspicion. The Five Elements Ring spun, and immense True Qi surged out—this time, he exerted a hundred percent effort. Following a massive impact, the crazed Madman Dai was once again blasted away by a single strike.
The residual force of the Five Elements Ring did not dissipate and continued hurtling toward the charging body of the Ancient Demon.
The Ancient Demon sneered repeatedly. He ducked low, planting his feet firmly on the ground, while the fog-figure behind him surged forward without hesitation.
The mist-figure, wreathed in crimson, unleashed a punch, sending a wave of scarlet mist surging toward He Yiming.
He Yiming swung the Five Elements Ring, and powerful streams of light shot out once more. Although he didn't fear the figure, he wasn't foolish enough to invite an intimate encounter with this inexplicable entity.
Countless beams of light instantly struck the body of the red fog-figure. This figure seemed quite fragile; struck by the light beams, it immediately shattered, even the extending fist exploded apart.
He Yiming stiffened internally. If this fog-figure could be destroyed so easily, the Ancient Demon would never have been so assured.
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, he gasped in sharp intake of air.
The shattered fog-figure reformed itself once more. The light from the Five Elements Ring had merely dispersed it momentarily.
He Yiming frowned slightly. This fellow actually possessed the capability of the One Hundred and Eight Forms—this was truly troublesome.
The fog-figure reformed at an unparalleled speed, a massive blood-red hand continuing to reach out for He Yiming.
He Yiming let out a soft hum, opened his mouth, and exhaled in one breath.
A vortex of wind circled the fog-figure once, forcefully blowing its arm aside. A thread of crimson, as if possessing sentience, drifted toward He Yiming.
The Divine Hand lightly pinched this strand of blood-red energy, and He Yiming’s expression instantly shifted.
He looked up sharply, his gaze piercing as he looked at the Ancient Demon, and declared sternly: “The Hao Family of Changzhou, the Blood Condensation Technique…”
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