Chapter 934: Fratricide

Faced with Han Li's suddenly revealed strength, Feng Wuchen was momentarily stunned, but then he swiftly turned and dashed deeper into the hall.

There was another entrance there, clearly leading further in.

Han Li moved his foot, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot. The ground exploded with a loud crash, sending countless fragments of stone flying.

Feng Wuchen had barely fled a dozen zhang when a sharp whistling sound arose behind him. A blurry white figure chased after him with incredible speed, surrounded by rolling white air currents, and in the blink of an eye, it was right behind him.

A thick arm shot out from the air currents like lightning, its acupoints blazing with dazzling starlight that was almost too bright to look at, and smashed down.

Boom!

The nearby void seemed to be drawn in by the punch, warping entirely, and large swaths of space pressed down layer upon layer.

Feng Wuchen's body tensed as waves of spatial pressure surged from all directions, drastically slowing his speed.

His expression changed drastically, realizing he couldn't escape. He roared, spun around in a flash, crossed his two serpent swords above his head, and channeled all his power into the swords.

Dazzling starlight burst from the serpent swords, and numerous star points—over a dozen—emerged on them. They condensed into two giant star swords several zhang in size, crossed together to block the earth-shattering punch.

Han Li's fist struck the twin swords. With a crack, the giant star swords instantly shattered, exploding into countless star fragments that shot outward.

The two serpent swords also broke into pieces, turning into countless fragments.

Feng Wuchen's body, like a wooden pillar, was driven into the ground by the astonishing punch, his legs sinking up to the knees in an instant.

The golden fist did not pause, striking Feng Wuchen's head.

Feng Wuchen's face was full of terror, his body completely unable to react, let alone dodge.

Dazzling white light flashed wildly on Han Li's fist, instantly engulfing Feng Wuchen's body.

Feng Wuchen's body shattered inch by inch in the white light, just like the two serpent swords, turning into fragments from head to toe in an instant.

Only then did Han Li's figure emerge, the starlight on his body fading away, and the rolling air currents nearby subsided.

His expression calm, he withdrew his arm.

Even if Feng Wuchen had encountered some fortune in this Great Ruin and improved his strength, he could not possibly be Han Li's match in such a short time. Han Li had no intention of killing without reason, but since the other insisted on provoking him, he didn't mind sending him to the afterlife.

Han Li was about to step forward when he let out a soft exclamation. He looked at the spot where Feng Wuchen had stood, bent down, reached into the ground, and pulled out a pair of white boots.

The boots were entirely silver-white, seemingly made from some special beast hide. They felt soft yet extremely tough, and were inscribed with white star runes. At the ankles, there were two crescent moon patterns.

"These boots..." Han Li's expression shifted. He immediately took off his own shoes and put on the boots, taking a light step forward.

His figure vanished instantly, reappearing over a hundred zhang away.

Han Li was startled. With a thought, white light began to glow on the boots. Sixty-four acupoint light points emerged on both boots, shining in harmony with the acupoint light on his body.

A look of great joy appeared on his face. His figure flickered, suddenly becoming blurry, and he moved like a ghost, leaving afterimages throughout the hall.

For a moment, the hall was filled with Han Li's figures.

The next moment, all the afterimages vanished instantly, merging into one.

Han Li stood quietly in the center of the hall, an indescribable joy on his face.

This pair of white boots was indeed a star artifact, not only enhancing physical strength but also increasing his speed. Han Li was already adept at speed, and with the help of these boots, his speed had increased by more than fifty percent.

This was without fully refining the boots. Once he completely refined this star artifact, his speed would likely increase by another thirty percent.

The grade of these boots was definitely above his Star Shield. No wonder Feng Wuchen's confidence had soared after obtaining them, leading him to challenge Han Li. Unfortunately, the gap in strength between them was too great for the boots to bridge.

Han Li looked at the boots on his feet, liking them more and more.

"I'll call you Star Moon Boots," he said, glancing at the crescent moon pattern on the boots.

After putting on the Star Moon Boots, even without activating the Feather Ascension Art, his steps became much lighter. As he leaped through the ruins, his movements, though not as fast as flying, had a certain air of treading on air.

Han Li followed a corridor behind the hall and continued deeper into the altar. The path ahead suddenly sloped downward.

Somewhat surprised, he continued along the corridor for a full quarter of an hour until a larger white exit appeared ahead. Passing through the entrance, the view opened up, revealing a huge underground square. The square was filled with buildings stretching into the distance, its size unknown.

Han Li was astonished that such a large area existed beneath the altar.

He steadied himself, passed through numerous buildings, and continued forward. After some distance, the buildings in the square became denser, including many intricately carved and cleverly constructed palaces.

After examining them one by one, he found that the furnishings inside had mostly decayed, yielding no star artifacts. However, some residual puppets still had power and launched several attacks at him, all of which he easily dealt with.

After searching for a while, he lost interest and began to speed up his travel.

When he reached a circular black stone hall, his brow slightly raised. He lightly descended and landed on the stone hall.

Then, changing direction, he lowered his body and landed on the ground, running along a stone path toward a seven-story stone pagoda on the left.

Arriving at the pagoda with its destroyed door, Han Li did not pause but flashed inside, quickly reaching the top floor. He crouched by a window on the left and peered into the distance.

About a thousand zhang away, in a semicircular courtyard, there was a white stone square resembling a training ground. Four figures were moving back and forth, seemingly engaged in combat.

Due to the distance and the rapid movements of the four figures, Han Li could not initially make out their features. He only noticed that three of them wore attire consistent with Puppet City, while the remaining one wore a white bone armor and had a somewhat familiar figure.

A loud explosion rang out!

The tall man in white bone armor was struck by a heavy blow from the three Puppet City fighters working together. His figure flew backward and crashed heavily into a black screen wall over ten zhang high behind him.

The thick screen wall exploded, sending countless stones flying. The armored man fell to the ground, using a bone war knife to support himself. His headband shattered, and his snow-white hair scattered, covering his face, which was hidden by a bone helmet.

"Shi Chuankong?" Han Li recognized his face, his mind stirring slightly.

He frowned, about to go and help, when one of the three below spoke:

"Thirteenth brother, thirteenth brother, I really didn't expect to run into you here in the Jilin Void Realm. Since you've come to die, don't blame your elder brother..."

As he spoke, he pulled off the black veil covering his face, revealing the face of none other than the Great Prince, Shi Zhanfeng.

Han Li's heart tightened. He hadn't expected to stumble upon this fratricidal conflict.

He then recalled that he had felt something strange about three people in Puppet City earlier. Now it seemed they were these three.

But why was the Great Prince in the Jilin Void Realm? From his words, it didn't seem he had come specifically to hunt Shi Chuankong. What was he really after?

A jumble of thoughts arose in Han Li's mind, and he couldn't make sense of it for the moment.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Enough with the nonsense," Shi Chuankong said coldly, having risen from the ground.

His bone armor was broken in many places, indicating that the two sides had been fighting for a while before Han Li arrived. Clearly, outnumbered, Shi Chuankong was at a disadvantage.

"Hmph, still stubborn even at death's door," Shi Zhanfeng sneered, raising his hand and waving.

The other two also tore off their Puppet City disguises, revealing their true forms.

One was tall, with sharp features, wearing a pitch-black demon armor. It was Du Yuan.

This was the man who had helped Shi Zhanfeng investigate the Jilin Void Realm and provided crucial clues. That Shi Zhanfeng still kept him by his side showed his trust and importance.

The other was petite, with a graceful figure and a charming but not vulgar face, no less beautiful than the Purple and Green Sisters Han Li had seen before. She was likely another trusted aide of Shi Zhanfeng.

The two flew out simultaneously, one left and one right, with star power surging around them. Over 150 acupoints appeared on their bodies, showing considerable strength.

The petite woman, despite her size, was extremely fast. She acted at the same time as Du Yuan but arrived several breaths earlier at Shi Chuankong's left side. With a flick of her wrist, a white bone whip shot out from her sleeve like a snake, aiming for his brow.

Shi Chuankong roared, pulling his knife hand back and slashing to the left.

Starlight burst from the blade, and dozens of star acupoints lit up simultaneously, forming a white blade of light that appeared on the knife as if solid, slashing forward.

The bone whip was naturally longer than the bone knife and slightly faster, so it should have struck Shi Chuankong's brow first. But the bone knife condensed a starlight blade that overcame the whip's length advantage, striking first at the woman's chest.

Seeing that Shi Chuankong intended to trade wounds, ignoring the whip aimed at his brow, the woman frowned. She curled her wrist back, and the bone whip reversed, wrapping around the knife and holding it fast.

Meanwhile, Du Yuan had caught up and threw a punch at Shi Chuankong's ribs from the right.

Shi Chuankong reacted by pulling the knife and striking the end of the handle toward Du Yuan's fist.

A loud bang!

Du Yuan's fist struck the end of the bone knife, sending a wave of air roaring.

Shi Chuankong felt his arms go numb, and his hands slipped, almost losing his grip on the knife.

He roared, and light flashed on his body. Nearly 160 acupoints lit up, and the aura he emitted was much stronger than that of the other two.