"Let's see how you can keep up your act…"
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint's figure hid within the crowd, not revealing a trace of Demonic Qi.
Even in this Great Xia Imperial City, with Magical Artifacts and Formation Restrictions specifically designed to reveal Demonic Qi and Devilish Qi, his identity still could not be exposed.
And with a thought, he conjured an illusion in the air.
From nothingness, a Killing Intent manifested from grey smoke.
Its speed was incredibly fast, without any warning.
It aimed directly at Han Xuanji's vital point between his brows, this was precisely the Illusion Mist Demon Saint's ultimate move.
The Formless God-Slaying Thorn.
A barely noticeable curve appeared on the Illusion Mist Demon Saint's lips at this moment. Making a move suddenly at this moment when all eyes were on them, even if he couldn't directly kill this Human Race Sword Immortal, he could greatly dampen the Human Race's morale!
Most importantly, he really wanted to see these people panic and fall into disarray.
In the Heavenly Demon Realm, such entertainment was simply not available.
"Careful!"
Amidst the crowd, a Cultivator cried out in alarm, his voice changing pitch.
However, Han Xuanji, who was locked onto by this Killing Intent, didn't even show a ripple in his eyes.
He had already sensed a faint Killing Intent before the opponent even made a move.
This was the Heavenly Vision Art, a Divine Ability that had already become an instinctive manifestation.
Fortune, misfortune, good, and ill omens were all clear in his heart.
Han Xuanji casually raised his right hand, as if flicking away a speck of dust, and flicked a finger at the incoming grey smoke.
Clang—!
Where his fingertip pointed, a Sword Qi, condensed to the extreme, as if it could cut through anything, appeared out of thin air.
The moment it appeared, time seemed to freeze. That insidious and venomous "Formless God-Slaying Thorn," which the Illusion Mist Demon Saint prided himself on, was incredibly fragile before this azure Sword Qi. It couldn't even last for a ten-thousandth of a second before directly dissipating.
"Hmm?!"
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint, hidden in the crowd, was immediately stunned.
How could this be?
This move was silent and imperceptible; very few people could react to it. To be able to resist it in a hurry would already be considered a quick reaction.
"Tsk."
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint was unwilling, but also felt a sense of uncontrollable crisis.
He was also unwilling to continue fighting.
He mixed into the crowd, wanting to escape right there.
"Since you've come, how can you leave as you please?"
Han Xuanji lowered his gaze, his eyes seemingly containing the myriad phenomena of the starry river. His figure stood tall, like an immortal god from the Nine Heavens.
An incredibly heavy pressure arose spontaneously.
"How could this be?"
"He can find me?"
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint's emerald eyes were filled with horror.
He possessed the Divine Ability of Myriad Transformations Without Form.
Logically speaking, the number of people who could see through his true form was very few.
Could it be that he encountered one today?
Escape!
Must escape, quickly escape!
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint's heart pounded wildly. He knew he couldn't stay any longer, and he no longer thought about concealing himself.
His Human Race body suddenly exploded, turning into hundreds of millions of extremely subtle grey smoke, scattering in all directions with lightning speed.
This was his ultimate life-saving Divine Ability. As long as one wisp of grey smoke escaped, he could live.
It could not be said to be not powerful.
It was almost an immortal body.
"Hmph!"
In the Void Realm, Han Xuanji's gaze seemed to penetrate the endless Void Realm, and he let out a cold snort.
A long river of Sword Intent descended, imprisoning this heaven and earth.
Across thousands of miles of sky, the entire world was within his single thought.
"No!"
After a moment of shock, the Illusion Mist Demon Saint realized something was wrong.
The sky before him was not the sky he was familiar with.
He saw endless Dao of the Sword True Intent interwoven within it; the entire world had transformed into a world of swords. He had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Such a method was something he had never heard of.
"Foolish."
Li Taiqing couldn't help but laugh at this scene.
This foolish Yao, who didn't even know the strength of his opponent, rushed to his death. He was truly a jumping little Yao.
Buzz—!
Heaven and earth lost their color.
Streaks of azure sword light instantly swept away all the grey smoke.
At the same time.
A hundred thousand miles away.
"Damn it!"
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint's true body suddenly felt intense pain.
One of his Clones had been directly annihilated, leaving only the final death memory for him.
The Demon Master beside him looked somewhat worried, seemingly sensing something amiss.
The One-Horned Strongman also frowned at this moment and said:
"What kind of trick is this…?"
The Illusion Mist Demon Saint was just clearing his thoughts and began to speak:
"This Great Xia Sword Immortal…"
Before he could finish his sentence.
A streak of azure sword light descended from the sky, ignoring the obstruction of space. The moment it appeared, it had already crossed a hundred thousand miles of mountains and rivers!
The One-Horned Strongman only felt an unimaginable crisis descending.
Just as he was about to defend.
He discovered that the Illusion Mist Demon Saint, known for his Weird, had already been killed by this Flying Sword, his body and spirit annihilated, not even a speck of dust remained!
With a single thought, across a hundred thousand miles, the Ascended Demon Saint died!
The One-Horned Strongman's face completely froze, and for the first time, his eyes showed horror and terror.
The Demon Master's face was even paler than paper, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
"How is this possible…?"
However, before they could react.
Another nine Flying Swords crossed a hundred thousand miles.
In an instant.
This Yao Race camp was already destroyed.
Within a hundred-mile radius, there was no longer any life.