Xie Liuyun led the group in a rapid escape, and before they could think too much, a terrifying killing intent assailed them from behind.
A dark purple Demonic Hand struck from behind, moving at an incredibly fast speed, attempting to seize them.
"Be careful!"
Li Taiqing roared.
The group turned back almost simultaneously, and sword light burst forth!
Several sharp Sword Qi strikes were unleashed, striking the wrist of the Demonic Hand.
However, the chasm of Realm was like an uncrossable abyss.
Their sword light only caused the dark purple Demonic Hand to freeze for a split second, then, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, it instantly shattered and dissolved.
Though the moment of stagnation was brief, it was enough for Yu Hantian to easily catch up, silently landing less than ten meters in front of them.
"Running, are we? Why aren't you running anymore?"
Yu Hantian's mouth curved into an arc, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a venomous snake, finally landing on Lu Fan's attire, resentment practically overflowing.
"Damn it!"
Xie Liuyun cursed under his breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his fingers subtly reaching for another life-saving talisman his Master, Purple Yang Old Ancestor, had bestowed upon him.
"It's you?!"
The group gasped almost in unison, their faces filled with disbelief.
"You... weren't you dead?!"
Lu Fan's shock blurted out.
The Heavenly Devil Sect Leader!
He should have been slain by Han Xuanji many years ago, yet he was still alive, and even following a terrifying powerful expert.
"Oh?"
Yu Hantian said coldly:
"Indeed, you few are Disciples of the Shenxuan Sect, aren't you? This time, it's you who will die, and also the so-called Demon-Slaying Sword Master."
As his voice fell.
A figure appeared in front of everyone. This was a purple-robed old man with an indifferent face, holding a golden seal in his hand.
It was Xie Liuyun's Master, Purple Yang Old Ancestor of the Kunlun Immortal Sect.
"Hmph!"
Purple Yang Old Ancestor didn't even deign to look at Yu Hantian, merely letting out a soft snort from his nose.
"Dare to harm my Disciple?"
Pfft!
Yu Hantian was directly sent flying like a kite with a broken string, rocketing backward like a cannonball, heavily smashing into the distance, where dust billowed.
"Blood Spirit Demon Lord... actually ran here."
Purple Yang Old Ancestor's eyes were like lightning, locking onto the source of the heart-palpitating demonic shadow deep within the blood mist.
He flicked his sleeve, and a consolidated, brilliant purple Qi instantly tore through space, heading straight for Yu Hantian's direction, clearly intending to completely eradicate him.
The next moment.
A bloody figure casually dispersed the purple Qi.
"Hehehehe, old man of the Kunlun Sect, are you the only one who came here to die?"
Blood Spirit Demon Lord let out a piercing cackle, his crimson demonic eyes filled with provocation.
"My Master is here."
Xie Liuyun saw the familiar figure, turned his head to look at Li Taiqing, and a smile played on his lips.
He seemed to want to say:
Where's your Master?
...
Great Xia, Danzheng Sect.
"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in at the Danzheng Hall, obtaining the 'Alchemy Immortal Master Legacy'."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly.
Although he felt Alchemy wasn't particularly necessary, it wasn't bad to obtain this Legacy.
He hadn't expected this inconspicuous Danzheng Sect to have produced such a figure.
An Alchemy Immortal Master was rare to see in ten thousand years; even in the Central Continent, their status was lofty, far exceeding that of an ordinary Ascension Realm expert.
"If I Ascend to the Upper Realm, having this skill would not be bad."
Han Xuanji thought to himself.
He no longer needed to ponder much about the threat from the Spirit Realm.
More often, he was considering matters after Ascension.
The Upper Realm had countless powerful individuals; while ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators wouldn't be sent to mine, their status wouldn't be very high, and they couldn't command the wind and rain or be revered by thousands like in the Lower Realm.
If he offended some immortal second-generation, he might well die and his Dao disappear the next day.
However, Han Xuanji felt that even if he Ascended, he would still adhere to the Dao of caution.
Low-key, even lower-key.
Or he could try to join a large Sect in the Upper Realm and slowly develop under its protection.
Little White Tiger naturally didn't know why its Master had to run around everywhere, but seeing Han Xuanji thinking seriously, it felt that Han Xuanji must be contemplating something important, perhaps even concerning the rise and fall of the world.
Han Xuanji looked in the direction of White Cloud City, his brows slightly furrowed. He sensed two powerful auras, one of which even he found extraordinary.
"There are indeed many powerful experts in this Realm."
At this moment, two Middle Stage Ascension Realm experts had already begun a great battle.
One Righteous Path, one Demonic Lord.
However, the Righteous Path expert's situation was not looking good.
"Indeed, places where children of Luck gather are not good places."
Han Xuanji thought to himself.
These few people getting together would indeed cause trouble.
Unlike another child of Luck, who deeply understood the essence of the Dao of caution, almost never leaving his Sect after Ascension.
The few times he rarely displayed his strength were all to obtain Sect rewards, for the sake of better cultivation.
Compared to Li Taiqing, that person was more like his true Legacy Disciple.
...
White Cloud City.
At this moment, the light in the sky intensified, and the collision of terrifying powers shook the heavens and earth.
An Ascension Realm battle, how terrifying it was.
Not to mention that these two were not ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators.
Li Taiqing couldn't even clearly see the figures fighting; even with just the aftershocks of their clash, he felt as if his Physical Body might shatter at any moment.
"Hiss..."
Xie Liuyun's eyes gradually changed color, flashing with golden light, allowing him to barely make out the battle.
Precisely because of this, his expression became even more grim.
His most respected Master was at a disadvantage!
He realized at this moment that the Devil Head's strength was even greater than he had imagined.
Perhaps, it wasn't the Devil Head who fled, but the Immortal Sect's people who failed and ran away.
"Damn it."
Xie Liuyun's heart sank. This time, he had implicated his Master.
This was also the first time he realized that the Kunlun Immortal Sect was not supreme, and there were countless powerful experts in this world.
No wonder the Sect had always warned them not to cause trouble for the Sect, not to be arrogant.
Lu Fan asked nervously:
"Brother Xie, how is the battle going?"
Xie Liuyun was silent, merely sighing and gazing intently at the sky.
Seeing this, everyone understood.
Li Taiqing also felt a sense of urgency, constantly praying that Han Xuanji would hear his call.
He knew that his Master cultivated year-round, so it was possible he hadn't seen his message.
"Hahahaha, purple-robed brat, your power is far inferior to that of your Ancestral Master!"
Amidst Blood Spirit Demon Lord's wild laughter, a bloody long spear materialized in his hand.
This was an Immortal Artifact-level demonic weapon, its power extremely astonishing.
Upon its appearance, heaven and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon dimmed!
Purple Yang Old Ancestor used all his strength, trying to resist this power with his golden seal, however.
Everything was in vain.
The blood spear fiercely struck the golden seal. The golden seal immediately vibrated violently, letting out a wail of unbearable strain. The surface of the great seal was instantly covered and corroded by blood Qi, and its spiritual light rapidly dimmed!
Purple Yang Old Ancestor, along with his seal, was sent flying an unknown distance, his aura fluctuating violently.
"Master!"
Xie Liuyun's face was pale as he quickly shouted:
"Master, abandon me, hurry and leave!"
"This is bad..."
Li Taiqing and the others were also greatly shaken.
This Blood Spirit Demon Lord was truly terrifying.
Yu Hantian's face was filled with wild joy: "Demonic Lord's Divine Might, unmatched in this era!"
Then, he looked at Li Taiqing and the others and said:
"Next, it's the Demon-Slaying Sword Master's turn!"
"Hmph, you all leave quickly. I will hold back this Devil Head."
Purple Yang Old Ancestor's mouth overflowed with a trace of fresh blood, but he still stood up and charged towards Blood Spirit Demon Lord.
"Still want to leave?"
"You all must die!"
Blood Spirit Demon Lord revealed his true appearance at this moment: a red-haired man, appearing young, with eyes full of killing intent.
"Just wait to die in peace. It won't be long before your Master comes down to join you."
Yu Hantian deliberately spoke, wanting to distract Purple Yang Old Ancestor.
Purple Yang Old Ancestor's expression was extremely grave, just about to burn his vital blood and perish together.
Li Taiqing and the others, however, showed no signs of retreating, angrily saying:
"Devil Head, when the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal (my Master) arrives, let's see how you die!"
"Demon-Slaying Sword Master?"
Yu Hantian laughed, full of disdain:
"Does he dare to come?"
"How can Blood Spirit Demon Lord's strength be something he can contend with?"
"I think..."
Before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, instantly making his hair stand on end.
The twisted smile on his face instantly froze.
Yu Hantian subconsciously turned his head and quickly saw the person he would never forget in this life.
"Who said I wouldn't dare to come?"
As the indifferent voice fell, Yu Hantian's expression drastically changed.
He desperately tried to break free, but the spiritual Qi in his body couldn't be activated, and his own strength couldn't budge even an inch. The more he struggled, the more pain he felt.
"You certainly have a tenacious life."
Han Xuanji's voice slowly dropped.