Who Brought Him into Chapter 445 - 387: Clash of Two Terrifying Powerhouses

Chapter 445: Chapter 387: Clash of Two Terrifying Powerhouses

"I haven’t agreed yet!"

Han Yu lay half-dead on the ground, with barely any strength left to move.

"The latter part wasn’t said by ."

The Artifact Spirit shook its head with a peculiar expression, but there was no one else here!

The wax-faced man suddenly looked up at the sky, his voice slightly cold.

"Indeed, your nose is as keen as a dog’s. Wherever I go, you follow!"

It turns out both Han Yu and the wax-faced man heard this sentence.

A clear sky with no clouds was suddenly adorned with a floating streak of green.

A huge green leaf bobbed up and down before gradually descending, only now could one see a figure standing on it.

The newcor appeared to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in green attire, with his hair tied up in a Daoist bun, his face square and upright, exuding a sense of carefree ease.

"Don’t make any hasty promises, lest Daoist has to cut down one more person."

Hmm, his way of speaking was quite unique.

The Daoist glanced at the half-dead Han Yu with a smile in his eyes, then combined his finger swords, waved them, and sword qi from all directions simultaneously attacked the wax-faced man.

Facing the Daoist’s technique, the wax-faced man similarly reached out with his five fingers to grab.

The strong wind danced wildly, without a grand tremor, and certainly without the sound of heaven and earth shaking, yet only Han Yu within it knew how terrifying their confrontation was.

Just a simple collision between the two exerted such pressure that he almost couldn’t breathe, the inadvertent release of force nearly crushed him back into the soil.

Their strengths were certainly not unimpressive, yet they appeared deceptively unremarkable.

That only ant one thing!

Both had compressed their powers to the utmost, utilizing them to perfection.

After a bout of probing, Han Yu could feel the wax-faced man falling behind, for when they stopped, the Daoist remained breezy and carefree, but the wax-faced man’s robe had been sliced off at a corner.

Small differences can lead to big mistakes!

Among masters, it’s often just this thin margin that counts.

"You sneaky mouse sure know how to exploit an opportunity; I let my guard down and you slipped into Central Continent, truly a failure."

The Daoist retracted his hand, standing with arms crossed, speaking with a cold smile.

"Seems the Holy Sect’s extermination efforts against you are still too lenient."

The wax-faced man exchanged barbs in return.

In their heated exchange, a considerable amount of information was revealed, implying that the Corpse Refining Lineage had an evenly matched opponent.

But Han Yu had never heard of this place called Central Continent.

The Daoist stepped forward on the green leaf and imdiately appeared below, standing in confrontation.

His eyes cold as frost, he spoke in a chilling voice, "Do you intend to fight

before leaving, or slink away right now?"

"Don’t assu you have

cornered; would you dare speak like this if all twelve of my avatars were here?"

The wax-faced man’s face twisted in anger, seemingly provoked, he spoke.

"The question is, would you dare?"

The Daoist sneered at the words, as if hearing the greatest joke, he burst into laughter.

"Given your cowardly nature, breaking yourself into twelve pieces for no good reason, would you dare to gather your avatars together?"

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; do I need to teach you such a simple truth, you, who waste your years on splitting your soul? At this age, you were no match for , and even less so for the little brat who’s about to kick the bucket."

The Daoist’s words seed to have a significant impact as Han Yu clearly saw the wax-faced man, or the divided soul, contort his waxy face into a grimace.

And the Daoist continued his barrage of speech, "You might as well try, at the cost of your avatar here, to injure

and contribute to your Holy Sect."

The divided soul was thoroughly provoked, stepping forward to confront the Daoist, causing the entire area to darken, with a colorless zone spanning several miles centered around them.

Muffled thunder exploded, as if the two were thunderous gods, each move echoing with lightning and thunder.

The physical collision was terrifying, accompanied by the constant exchange of techniques.

A towering azure hand materialized from the sky, pressing down on the Daoist, who similarly pointed his sword skyward, seemingly transforming into a sword himself.

Indeed, he beca a sword; in Han Yu’s eyes, the Daoist’s figure gradually lded into a gigantic sharp sword, ascending against the azure hand.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the sky seed to tear open, creating a rend where palm t sword, like a scar.

A turbulent stream gushed out, reducing mountains into dust in an instant, forming a huge crater that beca a lake in flat ground, under the swirling winds, as if a scene from the apocalypse.

Han Yu was left stunned, with their levels of power, even being caught accidentally in the shockwaves could result in death, let alone if caught up in the fight, he’d probably not withstand even a single move.

It’s frustrating that he thought of hardening his flesh to seek revenge, when their hands hadn’t even fully acted and already left him half-dead.

Monstrous.

Their strength was such that even he, with monstrous views, found it monstrous.

As their fight continued, outsiders could hardly catch a glimpse, too fast.

Occasional pauses offered fleeting views before they vanished again, but the dreadful vibrations persisted.

After a quarter-hour of battle, they mutually ceased, the Daoist slightly gasping, his green robe a bit disarrayed.

The divided soul looked worse, hair disheveled, covering his waxy face, with ripped traces on his clothing.

Defeat was apparent.

The divided soul’s face twisted furiously, but he was powerless against the opponent.

"I said, you fear death too much; do you think splitting yourself into twelve is smart? No, you’re old and foolish, never hope to surpass

in this life."

The Daoist sneered, rcilessly mocking.

"Provoking

like this, just to slay my avatar."

The divided soul restrained his anger, casually gathering up black hair, revealing his waxy face again, speaking coldly.

He wasn’t stupid, realizing the purpose behind the constant taunt was to force a reckless sacrifice.

But he couldn’t act foolishly, trading an avatar for injuring the opponent.

Even if the opponent could heal from injuries, once an avatar is lost, it’s gone forever.

It’s not worth it, and yes, he indeed feared death...

"I can leave, and you can’t stop ."

Retreating a few steps, divided soul resolved to leave.

He gazed at the silhouettes on the city gate behind, the Fire Spirit’s true form, then looked at Han Yu not far below.

"I’ll be back, next ti you won’t be so lucky."

?

Han Yu smirked wryly; damn it, bullying a re little cultivator.

Then the divided soul snorted unwillingly, turned and stepped away, his silhouette vanishing instantly...

The Daoist gazed into the distance where the opponent disappeared, also sighing regretfully.

He didn’t pursue, knowing the divided soul was right; if he wanted to flee, he couldn’t stop him.

"Damn coward, greedy for life and afraid of death."

Unable to push for a reckless fight was truly regrettable.

It was only then he turned his gaze back to Han Yu, with a hint of admiration.

"Little fellow is quite sturdy, I favor this kind of robustness."