Chapter 933: Enemies on a Narrow Road

The moment Han Li stepped into the altar-like hall, with a loud bang, the ground beneath his feet suddenly burst open, creating a large hole.

Countless碎石 shot toward him, each emitting a piercing screech. At the same time, a sharp blade light shot out from the hole, swiftly slashing at his feet.

This sudden change came without warning, but Han Li reacted extremely quickly. The instant the ground exploded, he had already swiftly retreated, dodging the碎石.

The blade light did not even touch his clothes.

With a whoosh, a black shadow emerged from the hole.

It was a black ape about ten feet tall, clad in a bright silver armor that shimmered with light, seemingly no ordinary item, though it was mostly damaged. In its hand, it held a white curved blade, seven feet long.

"A scale beast? No, it's a puppet." Han Li examined the black ape for a moment, showing a hint of surprise.

The black giant ape was covered in black fur, its eyes like copper bells, flashing with cold light, and its fangs protruding, even drooling thick saliva. It looked indistinguishable from a real creature, but Han Li could tell at a glance that it was not a scale beast but a puppet.

This black ape gave him a feeling somewhat similar to that of the Crab Immortal from before.

Han Li then turned his gaze to the white curved blade.

The curved blade showed no signs of decay; on its mercury-like edge, star patterns faintly appeared, flickering.

Sharp blade energy emanated from the curved blade, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Before Han Li could examine it closely, the black ape stomped its foot and lunged forward, turning into a black line.

At the same time, the star patterns on the white curved blade suddenly brightened, and a blade light several feet long shot from the edge, slashing at Han Li's neck.

Han Li ignored the icy blade light, his body suddenly swaying left and right, transforming into four or five identical figures darting in different directions.

The black ape let out a low roar, moved its arm, and the curved blade spun in a circle, enveloping all of Han Li's figures before executing a fierce slash.

But those figures were like illusions; the sharp blade light turned them into nothing upon contact.

The black ape was stunned at this sight.

At that moment, Han Li's form appeared like a ghost before the black ape. His left hand formed a blade and struck out like lightning, chopping at the black ape's wrist.

With a plop, the black ape's wrist was as fragile as tofu under Han Li's hand, easily severed.

The black ape let out a miserable scream, its other arm shot out like lightning, its fist the size of a human head smashing toward Han Li's head.

But Han Li was much faster. His other hand grabbed the white curved blade, while his arm trembled and became blurry. The white curved blade turned into a white afterimage, slicing through the black ape's body.

The two figures crossed paths, and with a plop, the black ape's body split in two from head to toe.

The two halves fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and lay still.

Silver liquid flowed from the black ape's body, like real blood. The ape's internal organs were all present, looking almost identical to a living creature, except these organs were made of a blood-colored jade, quite peculiar.

Han Li glanced at the black ape's remains, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the gleaming curved blade in his hand, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

He tightened his grip on the blade, activated the Heavenly Devil Suppressing Prison Art, and a bright blade light suddenly rose from the edge, flickering like a snake's tongue, causing the surrounding air to hum.

With a wave of his arm, the gleaming curved blade transformed into countless blade shadows, like white spirit snakes coiling around him.

The blade shadows grazed the nearby walls, easily leaving deep marks. The hard walls were as fragile as tofu before the curved blade.

Han Li soon stopped testing, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Although this curved blade seemed powerful, it was not a star weapon; it could not enhance the body's power like the Star Shield. At best, it could be considered a half-star weapon.

Still, under the current circumstances, this blade was an extremely valuable weapon.

Han Li strapped the curved blade to his back, continued to conceal his aura, and moved forward.

Behind the altar gate was a long corridor, with walls built of dark gray stone bricks, emitting a faint yin energy.

The corridor was quite spacious, only three or four zhang wide but two or three zhang high. For some reason, the light here was extremely dim, allowing one to see only about ten zhang ahead, giving an unusually oppressive feeling.

Han Li frowned slightly, gazed ahead for a few moments, and continued forward.

But he moved very cautiously, fearing that another puppet or something might jump out from the ground or walls.

Fortunately, his worries did not materialize. After walking for about the time it takes to eat a meal, no further attacks occurred, and a faintly glowing white exit appeared ahead.

Han Li's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace, stepping through the exit.

His vision brightened, and a square hall appeared before him.

The hall was several hundred zhang in size, with white fluorite embedded in the ceiling, emitting bright white light, illuminating the place brilliantly.

The hall was not empty; it was filled with stone statues of various sizes.

These statues were either lying or standing, with varied expressions—some ecstatic, some pained—each with a different appearance and expression, all lifelike, looking extremely eerie.

Han Li was astonished at the sight.

At that moment, a faint white light appeared in his field of vision. In the next instant, this faint light rapidly grew larger and brighter, like a falling star, charging irresistibly toward his face at an incredible speed.

Han Li's expression changed drastically. With a flicker, he swiftly retreated.

At the same time, he moved his arm, and the curved blade on his back appeared in his hand, spinning around his head, barely blocking the white light.

A loud clang exploded!

A tremendous force erupted from the white light, and Han Li's arm holding the blade trembled violently.

He was already retreating rapidly, and now he retreated even faster, almost losing control of his body. He was knocked back over a dozen steps before barely stabilizing himself.

But the white light was also knocked back, spinning and flying back.

Only then did Han Li see the true form of the white light: a white slender sword shaped like a spirit snake, its surface dotted with starlight, clearly a fine star weapon.

Then, a figure emerged from behind a stone statue, reaching out to catch the snake-shaped slender sword. It was none other than Feng Wuchen.

"I wanted to pierce your head with one sword strike and give you a quick death, but I didn't expect you to be so clever." Feng Wuchen looked at Han Li, licking his lips, not hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Feng Wuchen, it seems we are fated to meet, or rather, enemies on a narrow road." Han Li squinted his eyes and said.

That attack just now seemed much stronger than when they fought in the arena. Could Feng Wuchen have encountered some opportunity in the Great Ruins?

"Heh, enemies on a narrow road, well said! Earlier in the Colosseum, there were too many people, and I didn't use my full strength. Plus, I was careless, allowing you to take advantage. Now that there's no one else here, I'll make you wish for death but find it impossible!" Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with fierceness, seemingly very confident in himself.

"We had a minor dispute before, but it was for our respective masters. Now that the Puppet City people are in the Great Ruins, we are both from Xuan City. Why engage in unnecessary conflict?" Han Li said slowly, feeling slightly relieved.

"What, begging for mercy? Too late! That day on the Xuan Dou Platform, you made me lose face in front of my adoptive father and everyone else. No matter how you plead, you won't leave here alive today." Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with a venomous light. In his other hand, a white light flashed, and another snake-shaped slender sword appeared.

"So you insist on fighting?" Han Li sighed and said indifferently.

Feng Wuchen let out a sinister laugh, too lazy to speak further, and took a step forward.

His figure suddenly became blurry, and in the next moment, he crossed the dozens of zhang between them, appearing before Han Li like a ghost.

The two snake-shaped slender swords in his hands had just been raised when they stabbed into Han Li's chest.

From the moment Feng Wuchen's figure disappeared to the moment both swords struck Han Li's chest, there was no time interval. His speed was nearly twice as fast as during the Xuan Dou Platform battle.

And Han Li stood there motionless, as if completely unable to react.

Feng Wuchen had been somewhat apprehensive, but seeing this, he felt relieved. He shifted his gaze from the sword tips to Han Li's face.

He wanted to see the look of despair and shock on this man's face to completely wash away his previous humiliation.

However, when Feng Wuchen looked up, he saw a pair of cold and calm eyes.

For some reason, Feng Wuchen's heart skipped a beat. Then, with a bang, both swords in his hands were knocked away by a terrifying force.

His arms trembled, his tiger's mouth burned, and the swords nearly flew out of his hands.

Feng Wuchen was greatly alarmed. He quickly adjusted his steps, his figure turning into a blurry phantom, instantly retreating a hundred zhang, his face full of shock.

"Since you insist on fighting, I don't mind obliging you." Han Li looked at Feng Wuchen and said calmly.

As his words fell, white light flickered on his body, and one after another, the light of acupoints emerged. All 237 acupoints blazed with light, shooting out dazzling starlight.

The air within ten zhang of Han Li instantly exploded, emitting a roaring sound like a mountain and sea. An immense pressure erupted from his body, spreading in all directions.

Rumble!

The entire hall trembled continuously, and all the stone statues inside shook with a buzzing sound.

"How is this possible? How can you have such strength?" Feng Wuchen stared at the over two hundred acupoints on Han Li's body, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he exclaimed in shock.