There was nothing for it—Wang Yu was simply too sleepy! He had no energy left to keep writing, so he would upload these two thousand words for everyone today and let them read this much first.)
The barefoot burly man was seized by a violent rage when he heard this! The girl was already barely able to protect herself, yet she kept provoking his bottom line!
"Good! Good! Good!"
Thus, driven to the point of fury, he instead laughed and said the word "good" three times in a row.
"Then you can die here today!"
With that, he pointed at the silver greatsword. The sword immediately blazed with light, releasing an incomparably dazzling sword glow. Then, with the force of Mount Tai bearing down from above, it cleaved ruthlessly toward the top of the girl's head.
The girl clenched her silver teeth and hurriedly directed the handkerchief to transform into a yellow disk as large as a wheel, blocking the blow head-on.
With a sharp tearing sound, this top-grade magic artifact, already at the end of its strength, was struck by the silver greatsword at full power and shattered into countless fragments, scattering through the air. The silver sword flashed, and under the big man's control, it continued without hesitation toward the girl below, who was wearing a miserable smile.
With a clear clang, the silver sword was stopped ten feet above the girl's head by a golden flying blade that shot in from the side. It then danced into a mass of golden light above her, firmly preventing the silver sword from descending even an inch.
"Who is it? Come out here!" The barefoot man darkened his expression, beckoned, and recalled the silver sword. His eyes swept across the side like lightning before fixing relentlessly on a massive boulder. He had seen clearly that the golden blade had shot out from there.
"Hehe! The weather is really nice today! Why must everyone fight and kill? Wouldn't it be better to sit down and have a good talk?" A figure flashed out from behind the stone. An ordinary-looking young man in a yellow shirt stepped into view. He scratched his scalp, looked up at the sky, and said with a laugh.
Yet his face was full of helplessness. The young man was Han Li, who had seen that the girl was in mortal danger and could not help intervening to save the green-clad girl.
The moment Han Li had seen the girl's wretched condition, he had acted without thinking. Now he could only look up at the sky in speechless dismay! This went completely against his usual principle of protecting himself wisely. For no reason at all, he had invited this trouble upon himself. Truly, beauty was a source of disaster!
Still, Han Li knew that this was mainly because the girl had left such a deep impression on him. He simply could not watch a woman he rather liked die right before his eyes and remain indifferent! It seemed his heart was not hard enough after all; he was not the sort of ruthless, unfeeling overlord who recognized neither kin nor obligation. Han Li gave a wry smile as his thoughts ran wild.
But the trouble had already been stirred up, so he could only force himself to deal with it. Fortunately, after battling the Many-Treasure Woman and Feng Yue, Han Li had gained some confidence in contending with elite disciples like these. Thus, he was not panicked. He had already taken several items into his hands.
"It's you?" Only now did the green-clad girl clearly recognize Han Li's face. She covered her apricot lips and cried out in surprise, her expression filled with disbelief!
Seeing that the girl had only now recognized the identity of her savior, Han Li could not help feeling both annoyed and amused at her bewildered expression!
On the surface, however, he merely gave the girl a faint nod. Then he turned his head and continued speaking to the barefoot man:
"I wonder what you think of my suggestion, brother? Why not spare this young lady, then you go your way and I go mine? If we keep out of each other's affairs, wouldn't that spare us both a needless fight?"
Han Li still held on to the thought that if he could avoid fighting, he should avoid fighting, and he said the words above. After all, clashing for no reason with an expert, and possibly even risking his life, was hardly a wise course of action!
Yet Han Li had never imagined that the barefoot man across from him would simply ignore his words. Instead, he stared intently at the golden blade in Han Li's hand, and his interest grew even stronger.
The man's reaction secretly irritated Han Li. He forced down his displeasure and was just about to say something else when the man across from him suddenly spoke. His first words left Han Li stunned.
"The golden blade in your hand should belong to the same set of magic artifacts as the one in the air, right? And since it can block my silver sword's attack without being destroyed for a while, it must be a top-grade magic artifact! Am I right?" The barefoot man from the Giant Sword Sect asked slowly, his eyes suddenly blazing with intense light. His aura also rose to an astonishing level!
Han Li blinked, somewhat confused. He did not know what the other man meant. Still, he answered casually:
"You're right. They are indeed a set of top-grade magic artifacts, and…"
"Enough! Knowing that is all I need. Make your move! If you can defeat me, not only will I spare this girl's life, but all the spirit medicines in the stone house will belong to the two of you!" Before Han Li could finish, the man immediately interrupted him. Then, with a fanatic expression covering his face, he said something that left Han Li dumbfounded!
This man was actually a "martial arts maniac" of the cultivation world! Han Li suddenly understood, and his chest filled with pent-up frustration. He was left completely speechless!
"Take this!"
Before Han Li could reply, the burly man did not even release a protective shield. He immediately turned the silver sword away from the girl and sent it charging fiercely toward Han Li.
Now that he knew the man's nature, Han Li understood that saying anything more would be useless. He shook the mother blade in his hand, and the other seven subsidiary blades flew out of his storage pouch. They transformed into seven streaks of golden light and met the opponent's silver greatsword head-on without the slightest hint of weakness.
However, Han Li still did not take out a defensive talisman to place a protective shield around himself.
This was because, after witnessing the silver sword shatter the girl's handkerchief, Han Li understood all too clearly that its power was terrifying beyond belief. Ordinary shields would certainly be broken by a single slash, leaving their wearer dead and defenseless. In that case, it was better not to use a defensive art at all. He could instead rely on his unpredictable footwork to deal with the opponent's sudden attacks!
As Han Li was considering this, all seven subsidiary blades except the golden blade guarding the girl had already become entangled with the silver greatsword. They rolled and tore at each other like seven golden snakes and a giant python, neither side showing the slightest weakness!