The Human-Skin Evil Book and the Battle of Primordial Spirits

Han Guang had severed all feeling in his pursuit of a second life. No matter how Han Yi begged for mercy, it was useless. It only made Han Guang angrier.

If this worthless fool had cultivated his body, how could it have failed after Han Guang had made only a few moves?

Chen Yuan, meanwhile, had long since spotted the problem with Han Yi's body.

When it came to combat experience, Chen Yuan naturally could not compare with Han Guang, who had been famous on the Soaring Heaven Ranking for decades.

But Chen Yuan had spent years defeating the strong while weak, staking little against much. He understood better than Han Guang how a frail body limited the power one could unleash.

Even with his own physical strength, his body had struggled to endure when he pushed his power to its limit. Han Yi's feeble body stood no chance.

So although Chen Yuan had seemed to be fighting back as futilely as a mantis raising its arms to stop a cart, he had actually been forcing Han Guang to draw on more and more power, wearing down Han Yi's body as much as possible.

Han Guang was no fool. He realized it too and gave a cold laugh.

"No wonder a junior like you has made such a name for himself in the martial world. You do have a little cunning.

"But today, I'll teach you something. Before absolute power, all that so-called cunning is nothing but illusion!

"It's only the body of a worthless fool. What does it matter if I cast it aside?

"A Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound cultivator commands Heaven and Earth. His Primordial Spirit becomes one with them.

"This worthless body has only shackled me. Once it's destroyed, you'll see my true demonic might!"

As his words