Chapter 881 Black Sky Demon (2/2)

Zuo Ya curled her lips. “If Zhou Yuan is really blocked by Han Yuan, it would be very funny.”

On the Wind Pavilion’s side, Yi Qiushui, Ye Bingling and the rest all watched the battle on the square with solemn expressions. They couldn’t help but marvel at Han Yuan’s strength. As expected, none of the four pavilion masters of the four pavilions were ordinary.

But although Zhou Yuan seemed to be at a disadvantage at the moment, the two women weren’t too concerned because they had confidence in Zhou Yuan.

They didn’t believe that Han Yuan could stop Zhou Yuan here.

Boom!

The black sickle swung down, and a deep crack spread across the square while smoke and dust filled the area.

Zhou Yuan rapidly retreated.

Swoosh!

But the Black Sky Demon was still faster. It appeared directly behind him, its sickle blade tearing through the void as it slashed toward Zhou Yuan’s head.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Yuan’s eyes, and snowy-white hair emerged from his palms before rapidly turning jet black.

Clang!

He directly grabbed the blade with his hand, and it ground against the jet-black hair, producing a screech.

“Hmph!” Han Yuan coldly snorted when he saw Zhou Yuan catch his blade. The sickle was filled with deadly poison, which meant the longer the contact, the deeper the poisonous qi would corrode.

Black mist rapidly spread along Zhou Yuan’s arm, but his expression was as calm as ever. He flicked his sleeve, and a beam of dazzling sword light shot out, piercing the body of the Black Sky Demon.

“It’s no use!” Han Yuan’s voice was indifferent. “Zhou Yuan, it looks like you’re going to lose this time.”

For this attack, Zhou Yuan had forcibly endured the corrosion of the poisonous qi. At this moment black qi was visibly flowing within his arms, and once the poisonous qi spread throughout his body, he would no longer have the strength to fight.

“That’s not necessarily the case.” Zhou Yuan’s voice also rang out.

Han Yuan furrowed his brows, but then, as though he suddenly detected something, he turned to the sword light that pierced the body of the Black Sky Demon.

The sword light gradually cracked and shattered, revealing a lantern-like silhouette.

Within the lantern were blazing flames.

That’s—

“Spirit Flame?!” Han Yuan’s expression changed dramatically.

Zhou Yuan had hid the Spirit Flame within the sword light to deliver it to the core of the Black Sky Demon and destroy it.

“So cunning!” Han Yuan quickly folded his hands together in a hand seal, manipulating the boundless black toxic mist to leave the Black Sky Demon’s body and gush towards the Spirit Flame.

“But I’ve known for a long time that your Spirit is at the Transformative stage. But it won’t be enough to destroy the core of the Black Sky Demon!”

There was a sinister glint in Han Yuan’s eyes. How could he not be prepared knowing that Spirits of the Transformative stage could refine Spirit Flame.

The black toxic mist concealed inside the Black Sky Demon was enough to counter the Spirit of the initial Transformative stage!

Zhou Yuan simply shook his head, seeing the black toxic mist gush over, and said aloud, “Spirit Lantern Art!”

The moment his voice faded, a raging Spirit Flame roared out like a fire python and directly collided with the endless black mist. As the Spirit Flame rose, it immediately incinerated the poisonous mist.

Han Yuan’s pupils shrank, and his body went ice cold. He found that Zhou Yuan’s Spirit Flame was incredibly powerful and far beyond the level of the initial Transformative stage.

The Spirit Flame fire python burst forth like a bolt of lightning and coiled around the Black Sky Demon’s body. As the formless flame rose, the Spirit core seemed to have vanished like smoke in thin air.

Ah!

The Black Sky Demon emitted a sharp scream, and the black mist around its body frantically rushed out. In just a few seconds, it turned into a puddle of black ash.

Puchi!

Witnessing the destruction of the Black Sky Demon, Han Yuan, who was connected to it, spurted out a jet of blood and then frantically retreated.

But just as he drew back only a few steps, a sword shadow pressed against his back, forcing him to stop. Its sharp sword qi pierced a hole into his back, and blood oozed from the wound.

The chill qi penetrated deep into his body.

On the square, Zhou Yuan had neutralised all the poisonous qi in his arms. He flung his hands while staring calmly at Han Yuan in midair.

He was satisfied with his counterattack. He had only used the Devil Sweeping Sword Orb and the Spirit Lantern Art to defeat Han Yuan’s ultimate killing move. Thus, his consumption of Genesis Qi wasn’t too much.

In midair, Han Yuan looked a little unwilling and disappointed. He hadn’t expected the ultimate move he had concealed for so long would be buried before it even met Lu Xiao.

The pavilion master of the Wind Pavilion indeed wasn’t simple.

Han Yuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, landed under countless gazes, then mumbled after some difficulty, “Pavilion master Zhou Yuan is indeed strong. I have lost.”

With a wave of his sleeve, Zhou Yuan removed the sword shadow behind Han Yuan, and the sword pill sped towards Zhou Yuan. He opened his mouth and swallowed it, and then smiled.

“Thank you, pavilion master Han Yuan.”