"Let's see how you pretend now..."
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint hid among the crowd, revealing no trace of his Yao Qi.
Even within the Great Xia Imperial City, with its magical artifacts and array Law Artifact specifically designed to manifest Yao Qi and monster energy, their identities remained undetectable.
And then, with a thought...
A phantom image appeared in the air.
Murderous intent appeared out of nowhere from the gray smoke.
It was incredibly fast, without any warning.
Aiming directly at Han Xuanji's vital point between the eyebrows, it was the ultimate move of the Phantom Mist Demon Saint.
The Formless God-Slaying Thorn.
At this moment Phantom Mist Demon Saint's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. By suddenly making a move at this moment of great attention, even if he could not directly kill the Human Race Sword Immortal, he could still greatly damage the morale of the Human Race!
Most importantly, he really wanted to see these people panic and fall into chaos.
In the Heavenly Demon Realm, there is clearly no way to provide this kind of entertainment.
"Careful!"
In the crowd, a cultivator exclaimed in horror, his voice trembling.
However, Han Xuanji, who was locked onto by this murderous aura, did not even flinch.
Even before the opponent made a move, he had already sensed a faint killing intent.
This is a manifestation of the innate divine Divine Ability of the Heavenly Divination Technique, which has become an instinct.
Fortune and misfortune, good and bad, all reside in the heart.
Han Xuanji casually raised his right hand as if brushing away a speck of dust, and flicked his finger at the incoming wisp of gray smoke.
Clang!
Wherever the fingertip pointed, a Sword Gang aura, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of cutting through everything, appeared out of thin air.
The moment it appeared, time seemed to freeze. The sinister and vicious " Formless God-Slaying Thorn," which the Phantom Mist Demon Saint was so proud of, was extremely fragile in front of this azure Sword Gang. It couldn't even last for a fraction of a second before it dissipated.
"Um?!"
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint, hiding in the crowd, was immediately taken aback.
How is that possible?
This move is silent and stealthy; few can react in time. In the chaos, being able to defend against it is considered a quick reflex.
"Tsk."
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint was unwilling, but also felt a sense of crisis that was beyond his control.
He was unwilling to continue the fight.
He mingled in the crowd, hoping to slip away.
"Now that we're here, how can we just leave as we please?"
Han Xuanji lowered his eyes and looked down, his eyes seemingly containing the Myriad Phenomena of the galaxy, his figure standing tall, like a celestial being from the heavens.
An immense pressure arose spontaneously.
How could this be?
"Can he find me?"
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint's azure eyes were filled with horror.
He possesses the Divine Ability Myriad Transformations Formlessness.
Logically speaking, very few people could see through his true form.
Could it be that he ran into me today?
escape!
We must escape, escape now!
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint's heart pounded wildly. He knew he couldn't stay any longer, so he stopped trying to conceal himself.
The Human Race's body suddenly exploded, turning into billions of wisps of extremely fine gray smoke, which scattered in all directions with lightning speed.
This was his trump Divine Ability for survival; as long as a wisp of smoke dissipated, he could live.
It cannot be described as anything but powerful.
It's practically Undying.
"Snort!"
In the void, Han Xuanji's gaze seemed to pierce through the Endless Void, and he let out a cold snort.
A river of Sword Intent descended, imprisoning this world.
The vast sky stretches for thousands of miles, and the entire world is within his grasp with a single thought.
"Wrong!"
After a moment of surprise, the Phantom Mist Demon Saint realized something was wrong.
The sky before him was not the sky he was familiar with.
He saw endless True Intention of Sword Dao intertwined within, transforming the entire world into a world of swords, leaving him with nowhere to escape or avoid.
Such methods were unprecedented for him.
"Madness."
Li Taiqing couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.
This foolish demon doesn't even know the strength of its opponent before rushing to its death; it's nothing but a pathetic little demon.
Buzz--!
The world lost its color.
Streaks of azure sword light instantly swept away the gray smoke.
at the same time.
Millions of miles away.
Damn it!
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint's true form suddenly felt intense pain.
One of his clones was actually killed, leaving him only with the final memory of his death.
The demon master standing to the side looked somewhat worried, as if he sensed something was wrong.
The one-horned giant frowned and said:
What's going on...?
The Phantom Mist Demon Saint, having sorted out his thoughts, spoke:
"This Great Xia Sword Immortal..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
A streak of azure sword light descended from the sky, ignoring the barriers of space, and traversed millions of miles of mountains and rivers the moment it appeared!
The one-horned giant sensed an unimaginable crisis looming over him.
Just as he was about to defend himself...
However, they discovered that the Phantom Mist Demon Saint, known for his unpredictable nature, had already been killed by this flying sword, his body and soul annihilated, leaving not even a speck of dust behind!
A single thought can transcend millions of miles, causing Immortal Ascension saints to perish!
The one-horned giant's face froze completely, and for the first time, horror and fear appeared in his eyes.
The demon master's face turned ashen, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
"How is that possible...?"
However, before they could react...
Nine more flying swords traversed a million miles.
In the blink of an eye.
This Demon Race camp has been destroyed.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, there was no sign of life.