Chapter 640: Not the Wrong Person

"Now!" the yellow-haired man shouted with a cold laugh.

Without a word, the veiled young woman and the fat youth swiftly formed hand seals, and bolts of purple lightning crashed down from midair, striking the flaming giant sword.

Purple and red light intertwined on the sword's surface, and as the blade trembled, cracks appeared and rapidly widened, as if it were about to explode.

But at that moment, a hint of cunning flashed in Flame Immortal's eyes, and he spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

With a "bang," the essence blood burst apart, turning into a dense mass of blood light that vanished in a flash into the red banner above his head.

A loud, muffled boom echoed!

The red banner blazed with light, and the silver peacock on it suddenly shot out from the banner's surface, transforming into a streak of silver light that flew in the opposite direction of the red giant sword, plunging into the earthy yellow cloud on the other side.

After the silver peacock flew out, the red banner emitted a soft "puff" and burst into flames, turning to ashes in an instant.

Flame Immortal paid no heed to the red banner; his hands moved like wheels as he rapidly formed hand seals to urge it on.

Instantly, vast sheets of silver flame surged from within the silver peacock, crashing violently against the earthy yellow cloud.

A fierce explosion sounded at the point of impact, and as the silver flame and earthy yellow cloud met, it was like cold water poured onto hot oil—a dense series of crackling eruptions erupted.

The silver peacock was clearly far more powerful than the red flaming giant sword; with just a slight surge, the silver flame shattered the earthy yellow cloud like a whirlwind, easily tearing a massive rift through the thick yellow cloud ahead.

The silver peacock spread its wings and shot forward swiftly, seemingly about to tear the earthy yellow cloud apart completely.

Flame Immortal followed closely behind the silver peacock, surrounded by swirling golden light, appearing ready to break out of the encirclement.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the yellow-haired man roared in anger and spat out a yellow feather fan, its surface inscribed with sand-like spirit patterns, radiating towering spiritual light.

The man closed his five fingers, grasped the handle of the yellow feather fan, and gave it a fierce wave.

Instantly, a howling wind arose; a dense earthy yellow light surged from the fan, rapidly swelling and expanding, transforming in the blink of an eye into a sky-covering yellow storm that swept out in all directions, engulfing Flame Immortal and the silver peacock.

The storm was immensely powerful, causing the very heavens and earth to change color.

From a distance, one could see the entire valley, along with the surrounding area for a hundred miles, instantly enveloped by a colossal yellow wind pillar that pierced the sky, tearing apart the clouds in midair as it rumbled and spun.

Caught in the storm, the silver peacock could no longer steady itself and began to spin with the wind, unable to advance.

Flame Immortal's body was also swept up by the massive storm, but he was surrounded by a layer of golden light waves; as the storm entered the range of the golden light, it immediately slowed, and though it did not greatly affect him, his flying momentum was checked.

In the distance, the yellow-haired man's figure flickered, and the next moment he appeared out of thin air in front of Flame Immortal. At the same time, a brilliant yellow light burst from his body, and a massive yellow domain expanded from him, covering the entire valley.

Everything in the valley instantly sank, as if pressed down by a weight of ten thousand jun.

"Get back!" the yellow-haired man shouted, clenching his fist and punching through the air.

Rumble!

The yellow domain churned violently, and a giant yellow fist materialized, a thousand zhang in size, slamming heavily into Flame Immortal.

The giant fist was so massive that even the golden light waves around Flame Immortal could not block it.

With a loud "hum," the nearby space shook violently, and Flame Immortal, struck hard, was sent flying back, forced once again into the encirclement.

In the distance, Han Li stood motionless; though the yellow storm raised by the man was astonishingly powerful, it had already spent its force by the time it reached him and posed no threat.

But at this moment, his brows were tightly knit, and his face showed hesitation.

Then, his gaze hardened, as if he had finally made a decision, and with a flicker of his form, he vanished from the spot.

After punching Flame Immortal away, the yellow-haired man turned his gaze to the silver peacock and raised a finger to point.

A tearing sound rang out!

A dazzling yellow light appeared at his fingertip, emitting a piercing screech, then condensed into a gleaming yellow needle that shot out, leaving a hair-thin yellow afterimage in midair, silent and soundless.

The silver peacock, caught in the surrounding storm, spun dizzily, but it still struggled to flap its wings, trying to steady itself.

At that moment, a slender yellow flash streaked by, suddenly letting out a sharp, piercing howl!

The silver peacock's struggling form froze, and a fist-sized black hole appeared in its brow, piercing through to the back of its head.

It let out a mournful cry, and then its entire body exploded with a "bang," turning into a sky full of silver flames that were instantly devoured by the swirling yellow storm.

Meanwhile, the giant flaming sword on the other side, under the combined assault of the masked girl and the obese youth, also burst apart, turning into a sky-full of crimson flames that were swept away by the surrounding storm and vanished.

With the silver peacock and the giant flaming sword shattering simultaneously, Hot Immortal's face turned pale, and the protective light around his body flickered and dimmed considerably, as if he had suffered significant damage as well.

The golden light waves around him also trembled and shrank by more than half.

Seeing this, the yellow-haired man revealed a hint of surprise and delight. He waved his hand, tossing the yellow feather fan in his palm, then opened his mouth and spat out a stream of yellow essence, which merged into the fan.

The yellow feather fan radiated ten thousand beams of yellow light, rapidly growing larger, and in an instant transformed into a giant fan a hundred zhang in size. Every feather on the fan spread open, and the spiritual patterns on them flashed wildly.

A powerful law fluctuation erupted from the giant fan, several times stronger than before, and it was about to swing toward Hot Immortal.

The masked woman and the obese youth both flew backward at this moment, as if afraid of being caught in the blast.

But just then, a sudden change occurred.

A green light shot over from afar, flashing to the front of the giant yellow fan in an instant, revealing itself to be an emerald green gourd.

With a sharp "whoosh," a thick beam of emerald green light sprayed out from the gourd, entangling the giant yellow fan.

The towering yellow radiance emitted by the giant fan, upon contact with the green light, instantly melted like snow before fire, and its size rapidly shrank.

Hot Immortal's face flushed red; he had been prepared to fight to the death, but seeing this, he showed a surprised expression and halted his movements.

"Who's there, skulking about?" The yellow-haired man's expression changed drastically as he roared, waving his hand to send a yellow beam into the yellow feather fan.

The dim yellow light on the surface of the yellow feather fan brightened slightly, struggling violently in an attempt to break free from the green light's confinement.

But at that moment, with a "whoosh," a dark green thread shot out from the gourd, wrapping around the yellow feather fan and twisting.

"Crack!"

The yellow feather fan, as soft as tofu, was easily shredded by the dark green thread.

Immediately, the green light rolled up the fragments of the fan and flashed back into the emerald green gourd.

Then, the space behind the gourd flickered, and a cyan figure gradually materialized—it was Han Li.

But at this moment, his entire body was shrouded in a hazy cyan light, making his features indiscernible.

The Venerable Flame Immortal looked at Han Li, a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Who exactly are you, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Immortal Prison? Are you tired of living?" the yellow-haired burly man asked in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the emerald green gourd before settling on Han Li.

"It seems I've found the right person," Han Li said calmly upon hearing this.

"Playing tricks! A mere Golden Immortal, who somehow got hold of a Xuantian treasure, dares to speak so arrogantly before me! Once I extract your nascent soul and interrogate you thoroughly, we'll see how you can still be so insolent!" the yellow-haired man sneered, then clapped his hands on his waist pouch, about to do something.

But Han Li moved faster, striking the bottom of the gourd like lightning.

The emerald gourd tilted slightly, aiming at the yellow-haired man. From the gourd's mouth suddenly burst a towering green light, accompanied by a thunderous roar from within.

At that moment, the green vortex inside the emerald gourd spun violently in reverse. A Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword hovered at the center of the vortex, wrapped in a blinding green light, trembling violently, about to shoot out.

But just then, a yellow light mass shot out from the depths of the gourd, filled with countless yellow runes rolling within, exuding astonishing fluctuations of law power—it was the law power from the yellow feather fan that had just been crushed.

The yellow light mass blurred and appeared inside the green vortex.

As soon as the light mass entered the green vortex, both seemed to resonate, each brightening.

The Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword within the vortex was immediately knocked away by a powerful force, squeezed outside the vortex.

Han Li sensed everything happening inside the gourd, a look of surprise on his face, but everything inside the gourd was evolving on its own, seemingly beyond his control.

A yellow light shot out from the gourd's mouth, emitting a terrifying roar, then flashed and vanished.

However, the yellow-haired man's expression changed drastically. His body shot backward, and at the same time, countless yellow spiritual patterns instantly appeared on his body surface, then immediately flew off, transforming into an ancient-patterned yellow shield that blocked in front of him.

The next moment, a thunderous boom!

The yellow shield trembled violently, a blinding yellow light blooming from it, but then flashed and disappeared.

On the shield's surface, a bowl-sized hole had appeared. Behind the shield, the yellow-haired man stood with a dazed expression, full of disbelief.

At the position of his lower abdomen dantian, a large hole had also been pierced through, the wound smooth and charred, not a drop of blood flowing out.

And on the ground behind and below the yellow-haired man, a large hole also appeared, dark and deep, leading underground, its depth unknown.

This scene happened in the blink of an eye, leaving the veiled young woman and the fat young man, who were over ten li away, utterly stunned. The Venerable Flame Immortal's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.