Chapter 911: Emerging from Obscurity

"You're talking nonsense!"

Feng Wuchen flew into a rage, grabbing the sword hilt with both hands and splitting it into two willow-leaf long swords. He gently shook his arms, and along with the two swords, they swayed like weak willows in the wind.

The two long swords in his hands, under continuous shaking, truly seemed like willow branches swaying, splitting into branches covered with dense willow leaves. Countless white sword lights dotted them, as if covered with lush willow leaves.

Han Li's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not rashly move first.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen suddenly swung his hands.

With a swing of the hundreds of willow branches condensed from star power, countless dense sword lights immediately shot toward Han Li like willow leaves carried by the wind, blotting out the sky.

Han Li's brow twitched, and he tapped the ground with his toe, intending to retreat.

But as soon as his body moved, it altered the surrounding airflow, and the countless sword-light willow leaves, as if guided by the wind, increased their speed severalfold and rushed straight at him.

Seeing the sky filled with willow leaves descending like a chaotic rain of sword lights, one misstep would lead to being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Contrary to Feng Wuchen's expectations, Han Li's face showed little worry.

He slowly pushed his right hand out from his sleeve, and a small white shield flew out from his cuff, suspended three feet away from him, guided by star power and bloodline aura.

The small white shield trembled violently, and the eighteen star patterns engraved on its surface shone brightly, flickering incessantly, as if a long-suppressed force within could not break free.

"Roar..."

Just as the willow-leaf sword lights were about to fall, a faint dragon's roar seemed to sound.

The star light on the small white shield surged, and a layer of white dazzling light burst forth from it, transforming into a dreamlike starry light screen that enveloped Han Li.

"Bang bang bang..."

A storm of booming sounds erupted as countless willow-leaf sword lights descended from all directions, crashing into the starry light screen, stirring up intense spatial ripples.

The starry light screen trembled violently, and the star light on its surface dissipated like smoke, the entire screen shrinking toward Han Li, retreating from ten feet away to three feet.

Seeing this, Feng Wuchen curled his lips into a cold smile.

But Han Li remained calm, showing no sign of anxiety.

With his left hand behind his back, he suddenly reached forward with his right hand, spread his five fingers wide, and let out a soft shout.

Then, light spots on his body began to flash continuously. The hidden apertures he had never revealed before lit up one after another: fifty-four, seventy-two, eighty-five, ninety-nine...

Until the moment Han Li's one hundred and thirty-eighth hidden aperture lit up, the Star Shield, which seemed to be forced back step by step, truly appeared to shift like the stars. The eighteen star patterns flashed repeatedly, and a void dragon shadow emerged from it.

"Roar..."

A dragon's cry rang out. The dragon shadow, seemingly condensed from starlight, rushed out from the Star Shield, suddenly expanded a hundredfold, and spiraled around Han Li's body, soaring into the sky.

The intense spatial fluctuations stirred up by the dragon shadow turned into a powerful vortex sweeping in all directions. The willow-leaf sword lights falling from the sky were all deflected, shattering in midair into specks of starlight that dissipated.

The entire audience was in an uproar, and the smile on Feng Wuchen's face froze.

"One hundred and thirty-eight apertures..." Yao Li exclaimed, covering her mouth with one hand.

"How is that possible..." Poison Dragon's eyes widened, also showing shock.

Yi Liya saw this, and his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly, his expression becoming extremely complex.

On the Gen character platform, Gu Qianxun clenched her delicate fists, and a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her mouth.

On the high platform, Chen Yang, who had been tense, relaxed a little, slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air and leaning back against the stone chair.

He had always known that Han Li had hidden much of his strength, but he didn't know exactly how strong he was.

In fact, Han Li's repeated performances had even given Chen Yang the illusion that as long as Han Li was willing, his hidden apertures could keep increasing...

"This Fellow Daoist Li is quite skilled at hiding his strength. Only now does he reveal his power—quite surprising," E Kuai remarked, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

"You flatter me, City Lord E. This Fellow Daoist Li, like Fellow Daoist Gu Qianxun, is a pillar of my Qingyang City," Chen Yang said without further explanation.

"Cough... Hiding and skulking like this, could he be a spy sent by Puppet City? City Lord Chen, don't let a small gain cause a big loss and let someone slip through," Qin Yuan said with a cough, in a sarcastic tone.

"City Lord Qin, if you have no evidence, don't speak recklessly, or don't blame me for being rude," Chen Yang said coldly, his face turning icy.

"Ahem... I'd like to see how Lord Chen is going to be impolite. Don't tell me you intend to start a fight here? I, Qin, will be happy to oblige." Qin Yuan's tone was hostile.

Fu Jian and Sun Tu, seeing this, remained silent, adopting a stance of watching from the sidelines.

Madam Liuhua, however, never once looked at Chen Yang or Qin Yuan, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on the figure on the Kun platform.

"Nonsense." E Kuai's voice turned cold as he suddenly spoke.

At the same time, though his acupoints did not light up, a powerful invisible pressure radiated from him, as if in an instant he had transformed from an unremarkable village rustic into an emperor who casually left millions dead.

Chen Yang and Qin Yuan seemed not to have intended to fight in the first place, and almost simultaneously restrained their auras, saying, "Lord E, please calm down..."

E Kuai paused for a moment after hearing this, then his expression suddenly relaxed, and he said, "Daoist Qin was only joking. Daoist Chen, please don't take it to heart. That your city has gained such a fine general is also a blessing for our Xuan City."

"Lord E speaks truly." Sun Tu and the others chimed in flatteringly.

Madam Liuhua paid no attention to the "excitement" around her, her eyes still fixed on the activity on the Kun platform.

In fact, most people's attention was now focused there as well. After all, compared to the intra-city competition on the Qian platform, the battle here carried a distinct smell of gunpowder and looked more intense and thrilling.

"One hundred and thirty-eight acupoints, so what..."

Feng Wuchen let out a mocking laugh. His figure flickered as he stopped attacking from a standstill and began to move rapidly around Han Li, seeking a gap in his defense.

His twin swords danced incessantly, their sword momentum becoming even fiercer than before. The countless willow-leaf sword lights in the air grew denser and more powerful, but Han Li's defense remained watertight, completely impenetrable.

The expression on Feng Wuchen's face grew increasingly ugly.

Just then, he came to an abrupt halt. Over one hundred and fifty acupoints on his body lit up simultaneously. The willow-leaf thin sword in his hand sparkled with starlight, from which countless star-like runes emerged.

Immediately after, a dazzling ring of white light rippled out from the thin sword. Beams of white starlight descended from midair, converging like a hundred rivers returning to the sea onto the willow-leaf thin sword, emitting a humming tremor.

Han Li recognized at a glance that this was the same move that had severely wounded Yi Liya's Longzhou technique, and his expression turned slightly serious.

"Go..."

With a low shout from Feng Wuchen, his left hand waved, and the willow-leaf thin sword immediately flew out of his hand, transforming into an extraordinarily bright white light blade that shot explosively toward Han Li.

Where the light blade passed, the void rang incessantly and even collapsed repeatedly, its power far greater than before.

Seeing this, Han Li's arms—where the eighteen acupoints refined by the Vajra Divine Art were located—blazed with light. He raised both palms and pushed forward fiercely.

The Star Shield blazed with dazzling light, seeming to swell slightly as it met the white light blade.

With a thunderous roar!

Several spiderweb-like black fissures split open in the void. At the point where the white light blade and the Star Shield met, blazing starlight blazed fiercer than flames, exploding outward in all directions.

A sizzling sound came continuously, accompanied by a faint cracking noise.

Han Li's eyes were like torches; he saw at once that a hair-thin, shallow crack had appeared on the eighteen-star pattern at the center of the shield.

With the emergence of this crack, the starlight barrier emitted by the entire Star Shield trembled violently, no longer able to protect him completely as before. Gaps of various sizes began to appear around him.

A hint of joy flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes. His right hand sword began to sway again like a willow branch.

Countless willow-leaf sword lights shot out from it, turning into a dense,狂暴 rain of swords that poured down upon Han Li.

The starlight barrier could no longer fully block them. Over a hundred sword lights fell straight down from above, tearing Han Li's clothes into ragged strips.

However, through the tattered garments, one could see a layer of True Extreme Membrane on Han Li's body, glossy and lustrous, still handling the willow-leaf sword lights with ease, protecting his body from being torn apart.

Feng Wuchen let out a disdainful snort. He changed from holding the sword with one hand to gripping it with both hands. Over one hundred and sixty acupoints on his body lit up simultaneously. The long sword in his hand also rang with a clinking sound, as one bright spot after another emerged from it.

"Star acupoints..." Han Li's heart stirred at the sight.

Through Chen Yang's explanation, and later while refining the Star Shield, he had learned that star artifacts also possess something called star acupoints.

Just as humans have acupoints, the number of star acupoints represents the grade of a star artifact. The more star acupoints, the more powerful the star force contained in the artifact, but also the harder it is to refine.

When a cultivator refines a star artifact to a high degree of compatibility, using it becomes as natural as moving one's own arm, and the star acupoints on the artifact become reliable pillars for enhancing power, just like a cultivator's own acupoints.

The Star Shield had a total of eighteen star acupoints. Because Han Li had only recently begun refining it, he could only activate eight of them to display their power, far inferior to Feng Wuchen, who had long since fully refined the willow-leaf thin sword.

On the long sword in his hand, twenty-one star acupoints blazed with light, causing his aura to surge dramatically. A hint of fanaticism seemed to appear in his eyes.

Then, his figure flickered, and in an instant, he appeared before Han Li. The long sword in his hand, from a strange angle on the lower right, slashed diagonally upward, aiming straight for Han Li's vital abdomen.

The Star Shield had shown many flaws earlier, and this was one of them.