Although he had failed to reach the Foundation Establishment stage back in the day, he had carved out a fearsome reputation among the low-level disciples of various sects thanks to several decent magical treasures and his ruthless, vicious methods.
People knew of his record — out of a grudge, he had once locked another cultivator in a dark room and tortured him for three days and three straight nights, letting him scream day and night, before finally killing him.
Ordinary disciples, let alone seeing him in person, would turn pale at the mere mention of his name and flee as far as they could.
Such a notorious reputation should have gotten him eliminated long ago by Foundation Establishment cultivators who found him distasteful. But Feng Yue was cunning enough — while he was brutal toward low-level cultivators, the moment he sensed someone far stronger than himself, he would immediately bolt and flee back to the
So his pursuers were caught in a bind — they could only stand there helplessly, watching him live it up.
Once the heat of the hunt died down, Feng Yue would swagger out of the fortress again and continue tormenting other cultivators. After a few rounds of this, those high-ranking figures simply gave up and couldn't be bothered to deal with it anymore. After all, Feng Yue knew where to draw the line — he wouldn't target anyone with connections or powerful backers, and wouldn't harm their close associates.
As a result, Feng Yue's reign of terror only grew within the seven great sects, his infamy spreading far and wide. It also made him increasingly brazen, gradually cultivating an arrogant mindset where he believed himself supreme and his word was law. Apart from a select few disciples from other sects whose reputations rivaled his own, he no longer deigned to look at any other low-level cultivator.
But now, this greenhorn
"You're looking to die!"
Fury boiling over, Feng Yue refused to let Han Li live another second. He pointed at the small blade before him, and it transformed into a streak of yellow light, shooting straight for Han Li's head, intending to decapitate him in a single strike. He was confident that even though his opponent had a shimmering blue water-attribute protective barrier up, it would shatter and the man would die under a single blow from his talisman treasure.
But Han Li wasn't about to let that happen. Without so much as a change in expression, he raised his hand, and a small black shield flew from his grasp, growing from small to large as it shot outward. It arrived at a distance of two zhang just in time, firmly blocking the yellow light.
The moment the yellow light of the blade collided with the black glow on the shield's surface, a screeching, grinding sound erupted. The yellow light immediately gained the upper hand, pushing the black glow back step by step, but the shield stubbornly continued emitting its dark radiance, putting up a fierce resistance.
As a result, the yellow light couldn't break through the shield for the time being.
Seeing this, Feng Yue looked thoroughly surprised, while Han Li let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Feng Yue hadn't expected Han Li to possess a rare, top-grade defensive magical treasure. Han Li, meanwhile, was relieved that his assessment had been correct.
Risking his Flying Sky Shield to tank the talisman treasure head-on had been a real gamble. If the talisman's power far exceeded what he'd estimated, his head would already be rolling on the ground.
That day, when he'd fought "Senior Brother Lu," a single top-grade treasure — the Azure Dragon Banner — had been enough to hold off the other's flying sword talisman for quite some time. Even if Feng Yue's small blade was somewhat more powerful, his Flying Sky Shield should be able to hold for a while.
It was based on this reasoning that Han Li had dared to take the risk.
Now seeing that he was temporarily safe, Han Li immediately grabbed the "Golden Light Brick" talisman in his hand, preparing to activate it and finish off his opponent in one decisive move.
But before he could even channel the spiritual energy in his body to drive it, Feng Yue across from him suddenly let out a furious shout:
"You wretched thing! Where do you think you're running?!"
In the next instant, his figure flickered, and he had already appeared at the edge of another thicket, blocking someone's path.
That person, who had been sneaking toward the forest trying to escape, was none other than the woman in the yellow robe.