I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 927 - 390: A Hundred-Year Dilemma, Immortal Skill Sw

Chapter 927: Chapter 390: A Hundred-Year Dilemma, Immortal Skill Sword Control_3

“Body Refining Skill?”

“Ancient Gods?”

“No, there’s also the aura of Demon Cultivators; what kind of Body Refining Skill is this, that can break through to Half-immortal combat power at the stage of Spirit Transformation?”

That’s right.

At this mont, Han Yi indeed possessed the combat power of a Half-immortal, although this level of power was just at the threshold of Half-immortal, it was no small feat.

Pang Cheng’s eyes surged with Demon Energy, and his murderous intent was like a tide, “You must not be allowed to live.”

With the rise of his killing intent, behind him, the Demon Energy surged and a huge palace erged. Han Yi had seen this National Guard Palace once before beside the Sea of Blood, which was a Spiritual Treasure of Pang Cheng.

However, the National Guard Palace of today was naturally different from the past, as it had rged with Pang Cheng’s demonic soul and had gained an opportunity in the Fragnted Immortal World. Not long ago, it had been promoted to a Half-Immortal Item.

With a flicker of his figure, Pang Cheng was already perched atop the palace, as if he were the master of the Demon Country. His demonic body was grand, seated high in the Heavenly Palace, his voice thunderous.

“Guilty.”

In an instant, many cultivators and Heavenly Demons that had been refined into the palace ca eerily to life and turned to face Han Yi.

“Guilty!”

“Guilty!”

“Guilty!”

…

The voices bood, echoing through the valley.

Outside the palace, Han Yi, towering nine ters tall and godlike, seed to admit guilt under the countless waves of demonic voices, his eyes lifeless as he fell.

At that mont, countless cries turned into nurous demonic voices, flooding his mind. These voices ford tangible soul shadows within his Internal Cave World, creating a clamor that echoed inside Han Yi’s Internal Cave World. Under this clamor, his Primordial Spirit felt a pulling force, continually dragging at him, urging him to sink and give up.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi’s Primordial Spirit sharply inhaled. Nearby, a three-ter-tall grey tree instantly withered, turning into a puff of grey-white energy, which the Primordial Spirit absorbed into its mouth.

This grey tree was the ‘Decaying Wood,’ cultivated from the Decaying Wood Cast Divine ridian, which was one of the tasks on his Immortal Road. If it were damaged midway, he would have to start the cultivation process over, but at this critical mont, Han Yi did not think about that.

With the replenishnt from the ‘Decaying Wood,’ deep within the Primordial Spirit, a Soul Tower that had already solidified seven layers instantly ford an eighth layer of an illusory tower, as a Soul Skill surged into Han Yi’s consciousness.

Ninefold Soul Tower, the eighth layer.

But at this mont, Han Yi had no ti to examine it closely.

Within his Internal Cave World, after his Primordial Spirit returned to normal, he just waved his hand gently, and the Soul Swords filled the sky, slaughtering those manifesting demonic shadows one by one.

The outside world.

Han Yi had hardly fallen for three breaths when he recovered once more, arresting his fall, rekindling the divine fire, causing Pang Cheng, who sat high atop the palace, to be shocked again.

You must understand, this palace was now a Half Immortal Soul Artifact, and though the pronouncent of ‘guilty’ was simple, it was a demonstration of the palace’s might.

To withstand a strike from a Half Immortal Soul Artifact, Han Yi must have a great secret on him.

In his state of shock, Pang Cheng’s heart burned with eagerness. If a cultivator at the middle-stage of Spirit Transformation could obtain such a secret and contend with Half-immortals, where would he reach if it were him?

Unlike Pang Cheng’s eagerness, Han Yi, who had eradicated all the demonic shadows from his Internal Cave World, had a steady face.

“As expected, even if one can contend with a Half-immortal, to slay a Half-immortal with three systems is still not within reach.”

“Then, I can only use the last move.”

With a thought from Han Yi, the Green Reed Sword flew to him, gripped in his hand. In an instant, the Green-Black Sword transford into a beam of green-black light, with its body hidden beneath the light.

An ethereal and profound aura wafted from this light, causing Pang Cheng sitting high in the palace to raise his eyebrows, instinctively feeling the danger.

But before he had ti to contemplate, Han Yi, miles away holding the light, had already flicked it gently, the light flashing by in an instant.

Immortal Skill, Sword Control!

This light did not reveal any trace of its passing, or rather, it moved faster than the instinctive reactions of both Han Yi and Pang Cheng and had already entered Pang Cheng’s brow, piercing through the palace and erging from the other side.

The palace, now one with Pang Cheng’s demonic soul, shook abruptly and then crumbled away.

Behind the palace, the sound of the sword cry suddenly intensified.