Han Xiangzi Fought Alone, Mo Zhang Suffered Defeat After Defeat

"Go!"

Han Xiangzi stretched out his arms, and the sun flew towards the horizon, heading towards the location of the Mo Zhang.

The Mo Zhang sensed the energy contained within the sun, and its expression changed instantly. It chanted incantations rapidly, and the Devil Incantation blade in its hand moved faster and faster. Streaks of black light detached from the blade and transformed into countless black shadows that attacked the sun.

"Boom~~~"

The black blade struck the sun with a deafening roar.

One after another, bursts of fire exploded in the air, scattering flames everywhere.

"Pfft~"

The Mo Zhang coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps. Looking at the sun not far ahead, he was filled with shock. His strength, enhanced by the Devil Incantation, had reached the peak of the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage and was about to advance to the Middle Tribulation Transcendence Stage. Unexpectedly, he was no match for his opponent and was defeated.

"How is that possible? You were clearly injured by me, how could you have recovered so quickly?"

The Mo Zhang's eyes widened in shock as it looked at Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "That's right, I was seriously injured, but I'm not dead! When you attacked me with your Mo Zhang, I had already healed my injuries and recovered most of my strength. You are no match for me. If you know what's good for you, surrender and hand over the demonic blade. Perhaps I might consider sparing your life."

The Mo Zhang was furious upon hearing this, and sneered, "You little brat, you've got quite the nerve! You think you can take me down all by yourself? You're dreaming!"

"Swish swish swish~~"

The Mo Zhang swung its arm, and streaks of black blades flew out, slashing towards Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi dared not be negligent and quickly activated his Demon Flame Shield to resist.

Loud explosions rang out continuously as every blade was blocked by the Demon Flame Shield. However, the Demon Flame Shield was not a supreme Divine Artifact of the Devil Realm; it was merely something Han Xiangzi had forged using secret techniques. It was not as sturdy as a true Law Treasure. With each impact, the Demon Flame Shield gradually dimmed and was on the verge of shattering.

A resolute glint flashed in Han Xiangzi's eyes. With a flick of his wrists, the black staff in his hands transformed into a long sword, which he gripped tightly. Then, he roared, "Devil Dragon Roar!"

"Aww~~~~~"

With a deafening roar, a hundred-zhang-long phantom of Jiaolong appeared behind Han Xiangzi. The Jiaolong bared its fangs and claws, opening its blood-red maw to reveal sharp fangs.

With a wave of his hand, Han Xiangzi sent the Jiaolong roaring as it shot towards the Mo Zhang.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Jiaolong crashed into the black blade shadow repeatedly during its journey, shattering the Jiaolong's light and gradually weakening its power.

"Roar!"

The Jiaolong roared and pounced on the Mo Zhang once more.

The demonic blade in the Mo Zhang's hand slashed continuously, demonic energy surging into it, each strike landing on the Jiaolong's body.

"Click! Click! Click..."

Countless tiny cracks appeared on the Jiaolong's body, eventually turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

The Mo Zhang exhaled a breath of foul air, his face ashen white. His demonic energy was severely depleted, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

"I admit you're a little stronger than I thought, but that's all. Today you must die here!"

A cold light flashed in Han Xiangzi's eyes as he chanted the Devil Incantation even faster. His body trembled slightly, and a huge vortex appeared behind him.

A bolt of black lightning shot out from the vortex, striking the Mo Zhang and crackling. A cloud of smoke rose up, and the Mo Zhang let out a shrill scream as its body instantly withered and turned into a puddle of pus.

"Gulp... gulp..."

The pus from the Mo Zhang dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound, and corroded one hole after another.

Han Xiangzi roared, "Heaven and earth, yin and yang reversed, all things return to one!"

His eyes opened, and two beams of light shot out from his pupils. The two beams of light shot into the void, distorting the void and creating a vortex.

A small cauldron was slowly rotating in the center of the vortex.

The Black Light inside the cauldron continuously emitted light, illuminating everything around it. Within the range of the Black Light, everything was constantly shrinking.

A look of horror appeared in the Mo Zhang's eyes.

"What... what... what is this?"

"This is the Heaven and Earth Qiankun Cauldron, a spiritual spirit medicine I refined, capable of suppressing the evil power of your Devil Race. I will now seal you within this spirit medicine; I refuse to believe you can escape. You will remain within this spirit medicine forever!"

After saying that, Han Xiangzi activated the Heaven and Earth Qiankun Cauldron to seal the Mo Zhang barrier inside, and then put it into his Storage Ring.

The moment the Mo Zhang was absorbed into the Heaven and Earth Qiankun Cauldron, its face turned deathly pale, its expression becoming extremely grim. The Mo Zhang knew it was doomed.

Fear filled the Mo Zhang's eyes. "No, no... I'm not reconciled! I'm still young, I can't die here! I must live, I must live!"

The Mo Zhang voice grew fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared.

Han Xiangzi let out a long breath. His face was extremely pale, and he was breathing heavily. His forehead was covered with sweat, which clearly showed that he had exhausted a great deal of his energy.

Han Xiangzi wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to walk out of the valley.

The Devil Sha Qi in the valley had completely dissipated, and Han Xiangzi walked along the road, his face showing signs of exhaustion.

Han Xiangzi walked out of the valley, glanced back at it, took a deep breath, and then ran in another direction from the village.

As the Devil Sha Qi dissipated, the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic transformation.

The once lush green forests have been transformed into an endless swamp, with rivers rushing out from its depths to form waterfalls.

In the middle of the swamp flowed wide rivers, each several tens of feet wide.

The river overflowed, surging relentlessly towards the banks. Countless corpses floated on this wide river, and crimson liquid spread in all directions, emitting a foul stench.

"Ugh~~"

Han Xiangzi couldn't help but gag.

"Huff~~~ Huff~~~"

Han Xiangzi was panting heavily. His energy was almost completely depleted, and he could barely lift his hand. His clothes were soaking wet and stained with blood.

Han Xiangzi's eyes looked up at the hillside.

On the hillside, desiccated corpses lay on the ground, their bodies covered with dense cracks. Fine cracks appeared on their skin, like spider webs, spreading across their entire bodies.