Fierce Offensive

Seeing this, the chill in Han Pengshan's eyes did not lessen.

The Foundation Establishment-level spiritual pressure only grew stronger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several more piercing whistles rang out through the air.

The six Dark Light Blades instantly transformed into six dark streaks of light, slashing diagonally toward Ji Yunfeng and the others in a crisscrossing formation.

As far as he knew, the current Ji Family was still that long-declined Ji Family.

Although there had been rumors earlier that someone in their family had successfully reached Foundation Establishment at the age of a hundred,

Han Pengshan had never taken them seriously.

Even if such news was true, so what?

How much strength could someone who had only barely managed to reach Foundation Establishment at the age of a hundred possibly possess?

Did he really dare oppose the Han Family, even turn hostile with them?

With such thoughts in mind, Han Pengshan had no intention of showing mercy.

He wanted to teach the Ji Family a profound lesson.

He wanted those people of the Ji Family to understand that anything the Han Family had set its sights on had to be obediently offered up, even if the Ji Family had discovered it first.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Just as the six blades gleaming with dark light were about to fall upon Ji Yunfeng and the others, an incomparably blazing spear light suddenly flashed in the distant sky.

Boom!

That spear light carried an incomparably formidable might.

In the blink of an eye, it appeared before Han Pengshan's eyes.

Its vigorous, blazing killing intent locked firmly onto his entire body.

"What?"

Han Pengshan's heart jolted violently.

His pupils contracted uncontrollably.

He had never expected such a change to occur at this moment.

The newcomer's surging aura, immense might, and fierce killing intent sent his Spiritual Sense into a frenzied warning.

There was no doubt that if he did not withdraw his attack on Ji Yunfeng and the others and instead use those six Dark Light Blades to defend himself, his end would be extremely miserable.

Realizing this, Han Pengshan no longer dared to be careless.

With a thought,

the six Dark Light Blades that had been flying toward Ji Yunfeng and the others abruptly changed direction, striking toward that terrifying spear light with even greater ferocity.

Boom!

At that moment, as the spear light collided with the Dark Light Blades, a massive Black-Red Vortex suddenly erupted in the air.

Yet in but an instant, the glow belonging to the six Dark Light Blades was driven back again and again.

The crimson spear light seemed to turn into a Fire Serpent, opening its enormous maw and biting down viciously.

With a crack,

the Black Light formed by the six blades was abruptly swallowed.

Han Pengshan, suspended in the air, shuddered violently.

With his mind injured, sweetness surged into his throat. With a "wah," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Horror filled his heart.

He hurriedly looked up.

There stood Ji Haoyuan, holding the Crimson Flame Pattern Spear, his gaze ice-cold.

Before Han Pengshan could speak or make his next move, Ji Haoyuan raised his hand and pointed a finger at him.

Buzz!

A silver-white sword qi suddenly appeared in the air.

The sword qi was sharp and swift in slaughter.

Faintly, it seemed to carry a power that could intimidate the mind.

It was precisely the Second Order spell from the Sun Family—the Supreme Yuan Sword Finger!

Now that Ji Haoyuan had unleashed it, it immediately gave the illusion that there was no escaping it.

Clearly, his mastery of this technique had already reached the point of consummate perfection.

With a soft puff,

the defensive spell Han Pengshan hastily cast was pierced straight through.

Had he not been wearing a Tier 2 Low-Grade Defensive Inner Armor,

that single strike alone might have put his life in danger.

At this moment, Han Pengshan no longer possessed the pride of a Han Family Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Amidst his disheveled state, an irrepressible trace of fear rose within him.

Just who was this person?

Why was his strength so terrifying?

Clearly, even now, he had yet to connect Ji Haoyuan with the Ji Family.

The Ji Family in his memory had simply fallen too far.

"Fellow Daoist..."

Han Pengshan was about to speak when, unexpectedly, Ji Haoyuan raised his hand once more and pointed directly at him again.

Han Pengshan was horrified once again.

Without time for further thought, he slapped his Storage Pouch.

With a buzz,

a palm-sized Round Shield abruptly appeared before him.

The Round Shield then rapidly expanded.

In the blink of an eye, it had protected Han Pengshan's entire body within it.

It was a Tier 2 Low-Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact.

"Hmm? You do have quite a few good things."

Ji Haoyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He truly had not expected it.

That Han Family Foundation Establishment cultivator possessed one Second Order or higher spiritual artifact after another.

First, there had been those six Dark Light Blades at the spiritual artifact level, followed by that close-fitting inner armor.

And now, a Tier 2 Low-Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact had appeared as well.

Sure enough.

The foundation of an established Foundation Establishment Family at its peak was not something their current Ji Family could compare to.

But so what?

Did he think that having a defensive spiritual artifact meant he could truly stop him?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, the Crimson Flame Pattern Spear in Ji Haoyuan's hand suddenly began to tremble violently.

Holding it, Ji Haoyuan's aura seemed to soar in an instant, as though he stood between heaven and earth, ready to smash everything that stood in his way.

Boom!

A massive wave of air suddenly exploded in the sky.

Ji Haoyuan gripped the Crimson Flame Pattern Spear and thrust straight at Han Pengshan with an exceptionally savage momentum.

It was precisely the Second Order spear technique, the Mountain Splitting Spear Technique!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Massive waves of air continuously exploded around the tip of Ji Haoyuan's spear before swiftly collapsing inward.

That terrifying display immediately made Han Pengshan's face change drastically.

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

He spoke again.

But Ji Haoyuan seemed not to have heard him at all.

The Crimson Flame Pattern Spear slammed viciously into the Round Shield before him.

In an instant, the Round Shield trembled violently.

Ripples of light spread and twisted at great speed.

Han Pengshan felt as though an entire mountain had smashed into him, and a series of cracking sounds came from every bone in his body.

The spiritual glow on the Round Shield's surface flickered without cease.

Then it dimmed.

In the end, it could no longer hold on.

With a bang,

the light on the Round Shield vanished completely, and its body was violently blasted away like a cannonball.

Yet the power on Ji Haoyuan's Crimson Flame Pattern Spear did not dissipate.

It was about to pierce Han Pengshan's body.

Han Pengshan gritted his teeth fiercely. No longer caring about anything else, he suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of Essence Blood, and blood light erupted all around him.

He had directly used a Blood Burning Secret Technique that would damage his foundation.

His body abruptly transformed into a streak of blood light as he turned and fled into the distance.

"Hmph!

You think you can leave just like that? It won't be so cheap."

Ji Haoyuan snorted coldly.

He twisted the tip of his spear.

With a tearing sound,

more than half of Han Pengshan's arm, along with the Storage Pouch he wore, was forcibly torn off by Ji Haoyuan!