With a "bang," a sharp sword pierced his chest, blood gushing out, and he flew dozens of feet backward before regaining his footing.
"Damn it, who are you?!"
The Holy Son of No Destiny gritted his teeth, staring at the white-robed youth with bloodshot eyes. He hadn't even been able to touch the other's clothes; it was an utter disgrace.
Meanwhile, the enchantress was also rescued by Xu Xiwang.
"Swish"
A gigantic phantom of a divine bird appeared behind the Holy Son of No Destiny, brimming with overwhelming ferocity, and pounced on Han Yijian, intending to tear his body apart.
Han Yijian's fingertips danced with sword light, tracing a dazzling trajectory that pierced through the illusory image of the ferocious bird with a soft "poof," causing it to explode.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward with his right foot and unleashed a fierce sword technique, with wisps of sword energy surging forth, severing the wings on the back of the Unstable Holy Son.
The process was too fast; in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows.
Han Yijian's swordsmanship is extremely fierce and domineering, and invincible.
"Damn it! Retreat!"
The Holy Son of Wuding roared, having witnessed Han Yijian's power and knowing he was no match for him, he immediately chose to retreat, piloting his bone ship and soaring away into the sky.
The enchantress breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, knowing that she was safe for the time being.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Han Yijian shouted in a low voice, took a sword-step, and gave chase.
The demoness stared blankly at Han Yijian's figure, a complex emotion in her eyes, and murmured, "It's been so many years since I've seen a young man like this."
Over the years, the cultivation world has declined, spiritual herbs have become scarce, and resources have become limited, leading to a rapid shortening of lifespans for cultivators from all walks of life, and the fleeting nature of youth.
"What's his name? He's so dashing!"
She murmured a soft sigh, her eyes misty, and she involuntarily closed them, her heart trembling wildly.
"puff."
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiwang looked at the alluring beauty before him. It was said that this enchantress was a sorceress from the East, and countless people were captivated by her, yet no one could capture her heart.
Now that she has made this statement, does it mean that her heart has wavered?
"Han Yijian, the eldest son of the Han family."
Xu Xiwang chuckled, "What? Has the enchantress been moved?"
"Cough cough."
The enchantress coughed lightly, her face flushed. She regained her senses and said, "Young Master Xu, don't talk nonsense, but he is indeed very special. He truly deserves to be called a remarkable man of the East."
"If you'd like, I can act as a matchmaker for you two."
Xu Xiwang put his hands behind his back, whistled, and smiled sarcastically.
"Pooh!"
The enchantress glared at him and said, "Young Master Xu, stop teasing me!"
"Hey, Han Yijian is dashing and talented. Most importantly, he doesn't have a sweetheart yet... Look at how he saved you today, that shows he treats you differently. Perhaps this will become a beautiful story in the future."
Xu Xiwang began speaking earnestly, like a matchmaker, and began to ramble on about how good Han Yijian was.
"Young Master Xu, you're so annoying, I'm ignoring you."
The enchantress stomped her foot.
"Haha... I really didn't expect that even a legendary enchantress like you could be shy? Oh my, how did Han Yijian manage to be so captivating to you?"
Xu Xiwang laughed and said sarcastically.
This made the enchantress even more shy, and a blush rose on her beautiful cheeks, like a ripe peach.
Xu Xiwang laughed a few times and said, "Alright, since you are fine, wait here for a while and don't run around. It is safest to be with our Xu family's imperial son. I will go and help Han Yijian find that Wuding Holy Son and see where he can escape to."
After saying that, Xu Xiwang's figure vanished instantly.
The enchantress looked at the Xu family prince beside her.
Xu Xingchen had cold, sharp eyebrows and long hair that reached his temples. He exuded a terrifying aura, surrounded by countless stellar energies, making him appear like a banished immortal.
Xu Xingchen stood still, without saying a word, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like two silver moons hanging in the high sky, intimidating and giving people an inexplicable sense of pressure.
"Follow me, and if you get lost, I won't care."
Xu Xingchen glanced at the demoness, spoke calmly, then soared into the air and transformed into a divine rainbow as he departed.
The enchantress was stunned and immediately caught up with Xu Xingchen.
It's too dangerous here; it's obviously very safe to be near this prince of the Xu family.
At this moment, the Holy Son of No Destiny fled in a sorry state, covered in blood, and encountered an unprecedented crisis.
He never expected that this young man, whose body was surrounded by swords, would possess such heaven-defying combat power, which he simply could not withstand.
"Sizzle—"
Suddenly, a sharp sword light swept over and severed a piece of his wing.
"Ah!" The Holy Son of No Destiny cried out in agony, in unbearable pain.
Han Yijian stepped out of the void, like a celestial being descended from the heavens, his whole body enveloped in sword energy. With each step, a sword gleam appeared, and every step he took would unleash a dazzling sword beam.
This is the Thunderclap Step, the Han family's top secret technique, which is divided into four levels, each of which requires decades or even centuries of arduous practice.
Han Yijian's Thunderclap Step has reached the peak of the second level. With each step, an astonishing sharpness bursts forth.
His body was graceful and agile, and in a flash he rushed to the front of the Holy Son of No Destiny.
"Buzz!"
A sword appeared in his hand, radiating brilliant light, and he thrust it towards the throat of the Uncertain Holy Son.
This sword strike was powerful and heavy, like a savage beast attacking, fierce and unparalleled.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the figure of the Uncertain Holy Son exploded, turning into endless flames that burned fiercely, scorching the heavens.
"Afterimage?" Han Yijian's pupils contracted slightly as he stared warily at the void.
This strange supernatural power was not created by the Holy Son of No Destiny. It has been used by people in the history of the cultivation world and is called "Shadow Shift".
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