C52 (1/2)
Xiang Han did not respond to this greed, but only said indifferently, ”Fellow Daoist, you can tell that my spirit beast is at the early Nascent Soul stage, I presume your own strength is definitely at the Nascent Soul stage. If so, then I am worthy of your title of senior!”
How could the slovenly monk not see Xiang Han's arrogance? He thought to himself, This person is only at the Aurous Core stage, but he naturally calls me fellow daoist. It seems that he has the ability to fight those above his rank, but unfortunately, the one he meets is me, the slovenly monk.
Thinking about this, the slovenly monk's expression changed, ”Hmph, kid, I'm definitely a Nascent Soul True Lord. How dare you, a mere Aurous Core stage cultivator, be of the same generation as me? Have your elders not taught you manners?”
Xiang Han smiled upon hearing this, ”Looks like fellow daoists are preparing to make a move. Good, I'm not a long-winded person either. How about we swallow all these unnecessary words and have a fight to the death?”
The slovenly monk immediately laughed. With a condescending attitude, he asked, ”Which sect or sect are you a disciple of?”
Xiang Han, on the other hand, was naturally high-spirited, saying: ”Let me ask you, where did you get the prayer beads from?”
The slovenly monk's expression changed, ”I know all the Patriarchs of the sects within a radius of a thousand miles. If you report your actions, you might be able to get a chance to live!”
Xiang Han acted as if he had not heard, and only said, ”The owner of this prayer bead and I have some fate. If you speak honestly, then it's fine if I'm satisfied, but if I'm not, hmph, then today next year will be the day of the monk's death!”
The two of them exchanged words, yet neither of them answered the other's question directly. Clearly, they were extremely arrogant.
The slovenly monk had an angry look on his face as he drank the wine in large gulps.
For a moment, the entire mountain range was quiet and serene.
It was just that under this peace, a storm was about to break.
This tranquility lasted for about half a cup of tea before it was broken by a sweet shout.
”You guys are quite bold!”
In the middle of the air, a beautiful figure with a head of black hair was floating in the air. Her lips were blood-red, appearing extremely strange. Xiang Han didn't recognize him at first glance, but upon closer inspection, his heart skipped a beat.
Wasn't this person the lively and mischievous Han Xian'er who he had befriended at the beginning?
How did he become like this?
As he flew through the air, the slovenly monk's expression changed again as he glared at the row of terrified cultivators.
”Nascent Soul Stage!” Wasn't it still in the Aurous Core stage? ” The man with the giant axe on his back exclaimed.
The other youth holding a white sword was also shocked by this scene. His hair stood on end. ”Impossible, impossible. He was clearly a Jindan Stage Daoist Master. How did he become a Nascent Soul Stage old monster in the blink of an eye?”
Her beautiful figure turned and looked at the prayer beads in the slovenly monk's hands. Her eyebrows were knitted tightly. When he turned to look at Xiang Han and his son, he was instantly shocked!
Seeming unable to believe her eyes, Han Xian'er cried out in alarm: ”You are?”
Xiang Han sighed. Although he didn't know what had happened to Han Xian`er after the death of the Seven Immortal Sect, not only did her appearance change drastically, even her strength had become unfathomable.
Xiang Han sighed, ”Xian'er, how did you become like this!”
When Han Xian'er heard this, her eyes immediately lit up with tears, but she resisted the urge to fall. Gritting her teeth, she asked, ”Why are you here?”
Xiang Han laughed lightly, then looked at the slovenly monk, saying: ”When I pass by here and see this monk holding the prayer beads I gave you, I'll stop here!”
Hearing this, the slovenly monk's face changed yet again.
It was obvious that he was not afraid of a Nascent Soul Stage demon beast! However, with the addition of the Nascent Soul stage Han Xian'er and the unknown Nascent Soul stage Xiang Han, even he would have to think twice before taking action.
When Han Xian'er heard this, she looked at the flustered cultivators, then at the prayer beads in the monk's hands, before being enlightened. She chuckled: ”In that case, I also understand a bit.
Xiang Han originally wanted to speak, but then he swallowed his words.
Han Xian`er's strength had risen too quickly. Ever since the Seven Immortal Sect's annihilation, she had reached a level that ordinary cultivators yearned for and could not reach. Even Xiang Han was curious to know what sort of opportunity Han Xian`er had.
Xiang Han retreated a few steps.
When Han Xian'er saw this, her expression immediately changed. Originally charming and bizarre, her killing intent now caused fear in the hearts of others.
Even though Xiang Han could feel the terrifying killing intent emanating from Han Xian'er's body, he couldn't help but shiver.
The slovenly monk forced out a smile, ”This goddess, this humble monk was disrespectful before, but this goddess has already broken through the shackles of the Aurous Core. You and I are fellow cultivators, why don't we just let it be? This poor monk will return the prayer beads to you!”
Han Xian'er laughed coldly as she lightly tapped the air with her slender jade-like fingers. Instantly, a stream of blood appeared out of nowhere.
Seeing this, the slovenly monk's expression changed greatly. ”This …”
When Xiang Han saw this cultivation technique, his expression changed drastically.
In the world of cultivators, there were two sides, right and wrong. However, many evil cultivation techniques were not rejected by the righteous cultivators, but there were some that were not compatible with evil and upright cultivation techniques.
One of them was that of a technique, the speed at which it was cultivated was astoundingly fast.
As everyone knew, Killing Path Forming Pills were further divided into four levels, corresponding to the path of the sword.
The first floor was filled with killing intent. Even the essence of battle was filled with killing intent, and that was a terrifying realm of fighting to the death.
The second floor was filled with killing intent. This killing intent turned into a bloody light and was stored in the Nascent Soul. The more killing intent a person had, the more bloody light they would have and the more powerful they would be.
As for the third floor, that was the limit of the killing power. At this time, after exchanging blows with others, thousands of bloody lights could appear. Wherever they passed, not even a blade of grass would grow.