A single thought of his could transform into an attack from a late-stage Crimson Palace master.
Such an existence, when sitting with a Profound Heart, could never be worn down by Crimson Palace cultivators.
No matter how many ca, they couldn't exhaust him.
...
At this mont, a voice echoed in midair.
"As you can see, it's impossible for you to win. The outco is set, just quietly go back.
As the price for sparing you once, why not teach the thod to transform your Sword Evil into a Demon Dragon at will?"
Zhang Han's voice carried sincerity, "On this journey to the Mountain and Sea Demon Country, the road is long and dangerous. What if sothing happens? You wouldn't want to lose your legacy, would you?
Teach and I will ensure your power continues to live on in this world, then see the future sights on your behalf."
He then laughed again, "Oh, if you want to beco your disciple, that's not impossible. Whatever formalities are involved, I can accept them.
If, by chance, you die in the Mountain and Sea Demon Country, I'll also offer you so fine wine every year on your morial day.
By the way, which kind of spirit wine do you like?"
"Shaless..."
"Shaless!!!"
Song Yan was furious, his eyes ablaze with anger, yet he could only repeatedly shout the word "shaless," looking powerless and enraged.
In the next mont, he held onto this state of "powerless rage, lost his mind," and summoned the "Sword Evil Demon Dragon" once more, while secretly glancing at his storage bag. Inside, all the papern, paper tools, and collected treasures were ready to be used at any mont.
Zhang Han laughed, "No need for that, calm down, you're just making an attempt."
He was already certain of his victory.
However, he remained completely cautious.
In front of Song Yan appeared countless late-stage Crimson Palace masters.
Killing intent fell from the sky like rain, and a divine force descended like a mountain!
Yet he was rely like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
He shattered one figure after another, broke through one layer of energy after another, moving like the wind at tis, rging with the sword at others. His sword and evil Qi were rapidly depleting, despite the support of the "Four-tailed Demonic Fox," he couldn't withstand such a high consumption.
The various treasures still usable in his hand were being thrown out without reservation.
The Yin papern joined hands, exploding the mont they appeared in an energy field, but they managed to delay that energy to so extent.
The nurous shields within the paper tools erged around Song Yan's body, but they all shattered one after another, appearing in one mont and disintegrating in the next.
The rapid sound of explosions echoed in Song Yan's ears, mixed with the distant retreating Evil Tide, creating a breathtaking, epic scene. In such an environnt, even the elders of the Puppet Sect of the Crimson Palace would certainly be severely injured or even killed by the shockwaves.
Through all this depletion, Song Yan grew closer and closer to his destination.
He felt his body starting to go numb, but perhaps his earlier words had an effect. Despite this, Zhang Han still withheld the final blow.
But it was only temporary.
In just a mont more, even just a few breaths, Zhang Han might change his mind.
Boom!
Another casual Evil Tide Skill was unleashed, clearing the surrounding Evil Qi and making the view slightly clearer.
Amid the dense figures of late-stage Crimson Palace fighters, Song Yan finally saw a man sitting cross-legged on a blood-red cushion.
His appearance was ordinary, nothing remarkable.
Upon seeing Song Yan, Zhang Han imdiately discerned that he was at his last gasp, and sighed, saying calmly, "I know you haven't given up, trying to get close to and use the power of Changwang Hu and the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet, but... even so, it's futile."
After saying this, he suddenly smiled and added, "Moreover, I won't even give you the chance to get close.
However, as the Sect Leader of the Puppet Sect, you've already been quite competent. Gu Huangzi is nowhere near your level; I quite admire you."
Song Yan, his face full of fury, suddenly roared with intense anger, "Then let's go down together!"
He entered a more irrational state, preparing to self-destruct his Divine Soul, charging towards Zhang Han.
The chance was only once.
Today, if he used up all his cards and still couldn't get close to Zhang Han, there would be no more chances!
Zhang Han smiled faintly, slowly shook his head, unmoved, like a deity in a shrine watching a trapped beast struggle within the five-finger cage.
Suddenly, silhouettes appeared around him, then lunged toward Song Yan.
Song Yan's mind stirred, and the shadow puppets stored in the storage bag began to erge one by one, activating and transforming into shields in front of him.
Shadows, destroyed!
Flying sword, destroyed!
In the end, he even spat out the shadow puppets of Grandma Fox, Red Grandma, and the Ancient General, to block as long as they could.
The Hundred Forms Demon Body, though powerful, was utterly insufficient under such attacks, it was better to release the shadow puppets.
And when the shadows were completely exhausted and shattered, as his body began to collapse, he finally reached Zhang Han.
Zhang Han could dodge.
But if he dodged, his position on the Profound Heart would shift.
For soone who hadn't moved in at least a hundred years, and with a "cat playing with mouse" ntality, he wouldn't move.
Not only did he stay put, at the mont he saw Song Yan, he counter-attacked, a finger like light, it shot towards Song Yan's brow.
Accompanied by an indifferent, calm phrase, "You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin.
Forget it, let's put your hopes to rest for good, but don't wish for death.
Also, rember to teach these secret techniques of yours."
At this mont, Song Yan gathered the remaining Profound Qi, operating with all his might, four Soul-Piercing Sword Qi swiftly shot out, followed by another four Soul-Imprisoning Sword Qi, and four Soul-Shocking Sword Qi.
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