The green figure remained completely unscathed amidst the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, and even began mocking Han Li.
"Don't get cocky too early. If you truly had the confidence to devour Han's Nascent Soul, you wouldn't just be spouting hot air. If I'm not mistaken, you can only devour the souls of low-level cultivators. The claim about devouring a Nascent Soul is nothing but wishful thinking. Perhaps in the past you could have done it, but now it's clearly beyond your ability — all you can do is rely on that bizarre form of yours. Enough talk! Try my flying swords first." Han Li sneered, and with just a few words, the small figure's expression changed drastically, its eyes shooting out with venomous hatred.
At that moment, Han Li flicked his finger toward the twelve flying swords orbiting before him. With a long hum, they transformed into streaks of emerald light and shot forward.
The green figure stood in place with a dark expression, unmoving. Over a dozen emerald sword-lights circled around it, and in an instant its body was sliced apart, chopped into countless fragments that floated gently in the air, faintly glowing.
Seeing this, Han Li was momentarily taken aback.
But then a strange, cackling laughter drifted over from the other side. The body fragments flashed with light and reassembled themselves.
An identical green figure reappeared exactly where it had been.
"Tsk, tsk, not bad, not bad! Your flying swords are forged from Golden Lightning Bamboo, aren't they? I don't know why you have so much Golden Lightning Bamboo, but thinking you can hurt me with just these swords is truly laughable. As for whether the Old Ancestor can only talk — you'll find out soon enough."
The figure seemed thoroughly enraged by Han Li's earlier words. After speaking in a sinister tone, it formed hand seals with both hands, and a piercing green radiance flickered across its body, as if about to unleash some divine ability.
But before the ability could be completed, a flash of light appeared above its head. The twelve flying swords crackled with electric arcs simultaneously, forming a dense, massive golden net that descended over it.
"Hmph! You young brat still won't give up. I already told you — the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder is useless against me. Wait, what are you doing!" The girl's voice began with surprise, then suddenly turned sharp, laced with sheer panic.
The lightning net descended but did not explode. Instead, it instantly contracted, wrapping around the small figure in the blink of an eye, continuously tightening and shrinking.
The figure, realizing the danger, flashed with green light and struggled desperately, but to no avail. Moments later, it was bundled into a massive golden sphere.
A faint cold smile appeared on Han Li's face.
Condensing the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder into a net — this technique could be considered Han Li's own innovation since the birth of the Golden Lightning Bamboo. In the past, even those who had luckily obtained one or two stalks of Golden Lightning Bamboo and refined them into magical treasures had always treated the divine thunder as their ultimate weapon against demonic arts and evil techniques, never daring to waste it lightly. Moreover, forming such a large golden-arc net required the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder from at least a dozen stalks of Golden Lightning Bamboo to take shape — even with the desire, one would lack the means.
Through years of wielding the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, Han Li had discovered that beyond its innate suppression of demonic arts, it possessed a remarkable effect of sealing and confining the Five Element spiritual energies. Whether it had been the Shura Sacred Fire in the past or the Wind Spirit Force later, both could be trapped within the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, preventing them from erupting or escaping.
This unexpected discovery had naturally delighted Han Li. During his Foundation Establishment stage, his limited cultivation had prevented him from wielding the golden-arc net with ease, so he rarely used it in combat. But now, with his cultivation fully realized and having practiced the fourth layer of the Great Evolution Art — greatly bolstering his spiritual sense — he no longer had such concerns.
Though the origin of this small figure was unknown, it was clearly not a being of flesh and blood or a ghost, but rather some peculiar existence born from a cultivator's mutated Nascent Soul. With this in mind, Han Li had decided to give it a try.
Pitiable as it was, the figure had heard rumors of Golden Lightning Bamboo treasures before but knew absolutely nothing about the hidden properties of the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder. Otherwise, it would never have been so careless, relying solely on its monstrous infant body.
In the blink of an eye, the figure that had just been speaking so arrogantly was subdued and imprisoned by Han Li without the slightest effort.
A few traces of a smile appeared on Han Li's face. He raised his hand, and a wash of emerald light shot out, drawing the golden sphere back into his palm.
"How dare you trap this Old Ancestor! Release me at once, or I will certainly extract your soul and refine your spirit, making you wish for death!"
The golden sphere trembled slightly, and from within came the girl's shrill screams of fury and shock, piercing to the ear.
"Extract my soul and refine my spirit? It seems you still don't understand your situation. Take some time inside to cool your head!" Han Li's brows furrowed, then his expression turned cold.
With a clap of thunder, the golden arcs in his hand sprang up once more.