“Brother will like this gift.” Hua Rong smiled as she fondled the Orb in her hand. She kept it in her storage ring and prepared to leave.

“Hehehe, what is a pretty girl like you doing in the forest?” A leering voice sounded on her left and Hua Rong immediately pulled a handful of needles from her storage ring. “Who are you?”

The man stepped out of the brush, cloaked in black clothes, “I’m a fellow admirer, princess.” Hua Rong widened her eyes, leaping up into the air just in time as a dozen arrows embedded into the ground where she was. “Aww, I wanted to skewer her!” a group of people stepped out from the trees, leaping down with a vibe of relaxation.

“Why are you doing this?” Hua Rong raised her needles, injecting perfect amounts of qi into the tips, ready to strike at any time.

“Well, we believe its time for the Demons to finally take back what’s theirs, right?” one of the men grinned as Hua Rong’s face contorted into disgust and fear. “Demonic Cultivators!”

She didn’t hesitate, flinging her hands, the needles rained down on the Demonic Cultivators, “Kill her!” The group dispersed, moving to surround her.

“Death Pinpoint!” A needle coated in qi struck the neck of a cultivator, and he crumpled to the ground, unable to move. Her finger swished in the air, and the needle pulled out the man’s neck, zooming towards the Dan Tian of another, stabbing deeply into his Dan Tian.

“GAHHH!!!!” an unimaginable pain ballooned inside the man, and in an instant he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Hua Rong spun, a burst of needles flying around the air. Her figure floated in the air, a beautiful yet deadly dance of needles.

“Thousand Needles: Blood Lotus.” She spun, and the needles spun along with her, stabbing the demonic cultivators at perfect points, rendering all of them unable to move. Hua Rong landed softly on the ground, exhaling deeply as she retracted her needles with a wave of her hand.

All of a sudden, a powerful wave of flame slammed into her, causing her to scream as immense heat enveloped her.

She rolled across the ground, coughing a mouthful of blood as she glared at her assailant. A white-haired youth strolled toward her, the ground charring under his feet.

“You will have to come with us Princess.” His voice was cold, void of all emotion. Hua Rong widened her eyes, a 4th step Immortal Supreme!

“Why do we have to go through so much trouble for someone as weak as her.” A woman’s voice sounded and a sexy woman stepped out of the woods, an aura not any weaker than the youths.

Then a third voice sounded, an older brown haired youth stepped forward, muscular and taut with power, “Take her back, or Demon Seven will be mad.” At the sound of his name, the other two slightly shuddered.

Hua Rong was helpless, against 3 demonic cultivators at the Immortal Supreme stage, it was hopeless.

But help came in the shape of a small sun.

And a man slammed into the ground in front of her, a familiar aura coming from him.

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Han Ling glared at the three, his eyes scanning their levels, techniques and strength. The white-haired youth, rank 45 of the 100 Demon Spirits. The woman, ranked 47, the older brown haired youth, rank 32. 4th step, 3rd step and 6th step respectively.

This will be interesting…

“I’m surprised… that demon seven would even send the rank 32nd to capture a 1st step Immortal Supreme.” Han Ling chuckled with a glint of coldness in his eyes.

The trio widened their eyes, “What do you know of the Demon Seven?” the brown haired youth narrowed his eyes, his aura leaking out. “Heh, The Demon of Sin?” The trio flinched, glaring at Han Ling with renewed impression.

“You’re dangerous.”

“You must die.”

Han Ling chuckled, his spiritual aura flaring into the sky, “Try me.”

The four glared at one another, the wind softly buffeting them as silence took the scene.

“Demonic Flame Manifestation!” Green flames licked the body of the White-haired youth.

“Demonic Finger of Souls!” A blackish grey qi formed around the woman’s finger, bursting forward towards Han Ling.

“Demonic Bull Charge.” The brown-haired muscular youth charge forward, black aura steaming off his body.

Han Ling raised a hand, a bolt of lightning shattering the finger qi in an instant, before he raised both hands, stopping the bull’s charge without even moving an inch.

“Is this it?” Han Ling spoke in disappointment, but widened his eyes as the youth grabbed him, holding him in place. To his right, a ball of green flame flew towards him, to his left another finger qi exploded towards him.

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“Good!” Han Ling activated Five Blazing Blood Gates, the First Gate: Re-burst. Red qi burst out from his Dan Tian.

He broke away from the youth’s grip, gripping the youth both hands, activating Hurricane Grip and throwing the man towards the finger qi, slamming past it and smashing into the woman. Han Ling turned to the ball of flame, his fist slamming into the orb, shattering the condensed qi with a single punch.

The white-haired youth widened his eyes in shock.

ZOOM!

In an instant, Han Ling was in front of him, a fist embedded in the young man’s gut. A bolt of lightning exploded from the back of the young man’s stomach and he keeled over, coughing and gasping at the pain. Han Ling then lifted a foot, a powerful surge of qi gathering around his feet, bursting out as he stomped the youth’s head into the ground, bursting it into a puddle of brain and blood.

He glared at the remaining two Demonic Cultivators, grinning as they clambered up. “Two left.”

“RAWRHHHHHH!” the bull charged, and to his surprise, so did Han Ling. They collided in an explosion, and the bull was actually pushed back, the youth widened his eyes just as Han Ling’s fist collided with his face, knocking the young man a few steps back, blood dripping from his nose. “Quite sturdy aren’t you?” Han Ling then slapped a surge of finger qi away, glaring at the woman, who shuddered at Han Ling’s cold gaze.

ZZZ!

In a flash of purple, Han Ling slammed the girl’s head into the ground, the same way as the young man before, “Don’t interfere if you’re weak.”

He walked over to the bull-like young man, another burst of red qi flaring around his body. “Just how many elements can you cultivate?” The youth couldn’t help ask to which Han Ling only grinned, “Dead people don’t need to know.” In a flash of purple, he zoomed towards the youth, to which he could only raise both hands to block the barrage of fist strikes.

“Five Blazing Blood Gates. Second Gate: Pain.”

A throbbing pain resounded around his body, but Han Ling ignored it, his fist were coated in roaring flames leaving charred marks on the young man’s body. They exchanged blow after blow but it was obvious Han Ling was completely dominating the other young man, his decades of experience on hand to hand combat put him on a different level compared to anyone in his generation.

“Hurricane Grip.” He grabbed the young man’s shoulder tossing him in the air with the help of wind.

“I guess its time to finish this.” Han Ling raised a hand.

RUMBLE…

The clouds darkened, covering the sky like lava on ground, the clouds swirled above the hapless young man, unable to do a thing in the sky.

“Thunderous Overload Bolt.”

A crackle.

And a bolt of lightning reduced the man into a pile of ash.

A pillar of purple light flashed, the man inside it disappearing as if he never existed. Han Ling clenched his fist, the pillar disappearing along with the clouds.

“Huuu… that takes a toll on my stamina.” Even using it once Han Ling was panting slightly, “Sage Lord Techniques really aren’t a joke.”

Han Ling turned to the princess, whose face was plastered in shock. “Y-You’re the one—” In an instant Han Ling appeared in front of Hua Rong, “Are you alright princess?”

Hua Rong shook her head out of her shock, “Huuu, I’m alright, just a little hurt.” Han Ling gazed at the burnt marks and frowned. “I’ll bring you to a healer.” He moved closer to the teen, his eyes calm. “May I?” Hua Rong stared into his calm eyes, feeling a strange sense of safety, nodding slowly.

He picked her up, her arms draping around his neck as Han Ling slowly flew towards the city.

They soared through the streets, people slowly regaining confidence some White Tiger Sect disciples helping where they could. But a powerful aura was emitting from the White Tiger Sect, “Looks like they were used as a distraction to kidnap you, princess.” Hua Rong bit her lip, “I didn’t think this would happen for a single excursion…”

“I’ll leave you with a healer.” Han Ling found a female healer of the White Tiger Sect and left Hua Rong there, dashing straight towards the aura.

“Who was he…” Hua Rong couldn’t help feeling curious to the mysterious man.

Han Ling flew into the sky finding a storm of qi swirling around a single person. A middle aged man with a grey beard

Name: Hou Feng (Demonic Cultivator)

Physique: Demonic Storm (Top 100)

Cultivation level: 8th Step Immortal Supreme

Techniques: Black Storm. Storm Wind.

Remarks: Ranked 19 on the 100 Demon Spirits, a demon spirit of the winds.

“8th Step Immortal Supreme?”

Han Ling narrowed his eyes, I think I can take him.

Han Ling raised a hand into the sky, thunder rumbled and the wind buffeted. Hou Feng looked up and saw Han Ling, a frown on his face. “Tenacious Thunderbolt.” A bolt of lightning hammered down from the clouds.

The man raised a hand a barrier of wind absorbing the powerful bolt. “A 6th rank Immortal Supreme? But he’s quite young… interesting…”

But then he saw the young man float down, using the same winds he did. “Wind and Lightning? Just who is this person?”

Han Ling spoke towards the Grand Elders and Elders around him, battered from the battle against this man. “I shall fight him alone, please help the citizens.” Hou Feng scowled, “Alone? Aren’t you cocky boy!” He waved a hand a tornado suddenly formed, swirling down on Han Ling.

“I don’t believe I’m cocky.”

SHING

The winds were sliced in half, the entire tornado halved, dissipating in the air like it was never there. In his right hand was a black sword, in his left a white one, both emitting powerful presences. “I’ll keep you here, old man.” Hou Feng’s eyebrow twitched, and he raised both hands, the winds shaping into a pair of sharp blades.

“Let’s see how good you are!” He launched himself towards Han Ling, slashing down with his wind blade. But to his surprise, his blade was sliced in half effortlessly just as the blade touched the black sword.

“What?!” Han Ling took the chance, stabbing True Blood Sword towards the man’s head, but he deftly dodged, kicking forward, attempting to kick the teen’s head, but Han Ling leaned back, making some distance between them.

“What are you waiting for? Go help the others!” Han ling roared towards the elders, to which they scrambled away. “No! You dare!” He raised a hand, attempting to pull the elders back but Han Ling was a step quicker. “Thunder Shock Palm!” Hou Feng blocked the palm but felt a chilling numbness course through his arm, “What?”

Han Ling slashed downwards, to which Hou Feng dodged. “What kind of sword is that?” Han Ling raised Obsidian Light with a grin, “One you won’t understand.” He charged forward, slashing and hacking at the man’s wind barriers, shattering them all easily. “What the hell is this?! I can’t do anything against him!”

Any attacks or defences Hou Feng does will be cut down in a single strike. “Damn it!” He took to the air, disappearing into the distance. “Huh, I was hoping to kill him, but this should be enough.” He looked down at Obsidian Light, “This weapon sure is amazing for those kinds of fights.”

Han Ling sheathed Obsidian Light, disappearing in his void space.

The attack of the Demonic Cultivators has ended…