707: Chapter 707 Lu Xueqi and Biyao (86)

Not just for the Sect's honor, not just for Opportunity.

But even more to validate his own Sword Dao, to seek that sliver of a chance for a Breakthrough between life and death.

"The Demon Seed... is a big problem." Su Han looked within himself, staring at the mass of restless, cold aura in his chest, his brows furrowed. A battle with Lu Ming would surely involve thunderous and fiery violent attacks, which would cause even greater consumption and impact on him. If the Demon Seed erupted during the fierce battle, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Perhaps... I can try that method." A look of determination flashed in Su Han's eyes.

He thought of a secret technique recorded in the "Primordial Star Arts"—the Star Seal of Demon Suppression. Using his own Star Power Origin as a guide, combined with special hand Seals, it forms a Seal within the body to temporarily suppress foreign energies. However, this secret technique was extremely dangerous; once it failed, it could damage the Origin or even lead to the total loss of cultivation. Moreover, the Seal was only temporary and could not eradicate the Demon Seed.

"There is no other choice." Su Han took a deep breath. Rather than being on edge during the battle, worrying about the Demon Seed's eruption, it was better to take a risk and temporarily Seal it. At least, in the upcoming battle, he would have one less worry.

No sooner said than done. Su Han calmed his mind, adjusted his state, and brought his essence, Qi, and spirit to their Peak.

Then, following the records in the "Primordial Star Arts", he began to circulate the manual for the Star Seal of Demon Suppression.

Strands of pure Primal Star Power were drawn from the Dantian Star Sea, slowly flowing through the Meridians according to a profound trajectory. Simultaneously, Su Han's hands formed complex hand Seals one after another. With every hand Seal formed, an imperceptible starlight sank into the location of the Demon Seed in his chest.

Time passed bit by bit.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Su Han's forehead, his face alternating between pale and flushed. Bursts of sharp pain came from his chest; it was the Demon Seed resisting the Seal. What was even more terrifying was that the Demon Seed seemed to possess a spiritual nature; sensing danger, it began to stir frantically, releasing even more cold and evil aura to strike at Su Han's mind and Meridians.

"Suppress!"

Su Han bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which merged into the hand Seal. The essence blood turned into a blood mist, fusing with the starlight to form an even more solid Seal, which pressed down ruthlessly against the Demon Seed.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!"

The Demon Seed and the Seal clashed violently, making a sound like cold water dripping into hot oil. Su Han's body shook violently, and blood seeped from his seven orifices, making him look wretched and terrifying. But his eyes remained firm, his hands never stopping the hand Seals as he continuously drew Primal Star Power to reinforce the Seal.

This was a contest of will, a mutual consumption of Origins.

After an unknown amount of time, the Demon Seed's resistance finally began to weaken. That mass of cold and evil aura was firmly locked deep within the Shanzhong Acupoint in his chest by the Seal woven from layers of starlight and blood mist, no longer able to seep out.

"Seal!"

Su Han gave a low shout and performed the final hand Seal.

"Buzz—!"

Starlight flared in his chest and then slowly faded away. On the surface of his skin, a faint, complex star mark was left behind, which then also disappeared.

"Success..." Su Han let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground as if exhausted, panting heavily. He felt as if his whole body was falling apart; every inch of muscle and every bone was wailing. The Primal Star Power in his Dantian was almost completely depleted, and his Divine Soul was exhausted to the point of death.

But the prickly cold sensation in his chest had finally vanished. The Demon Seed was temporarily sealed; at least for the coming period, it would no longer affect him.

"The price is not small..." Su Han looked within himself and gave a bitter smile. To Seal the Demon Seed, he had not only consumed a large amount of essence blood and Primal Star Power, but his cultivation had also dropped a bit, from the Star Sea Realm Middle Stage Peak down to the initial level of the Middle Stage. Furthermore, the Star Seal of Demon Suppression could only be maintained for about a month. After a month, once the Seal loosened, the backlash from the Demon Seed would be even more violent.

"One month... is enough." A look of resolve flashed in Su Han's eyes. Within a month, he had to find a way to completely resolve the Demon Seed or increase his strength enough to suppress and refine it.

For the next three days, Su Han did not leave his room, spending all his time in the quiet room healing and recovering.

After consuming a large number of Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones, his injuries had recovered by seventy to eighty percent, and his cultivation had barely stabilized at the Star Sea Realm Middle Stage. Although it was quite a bit worse than his Peak state, he at least had the strength to fight.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, the upcoming duel between Su Han and Lu Ming was already being widely discussed.

One side was the dark horse of the Qingyun Sect who had continuously created miracles and possessed a mysterious Sword Intent.

The other side was the leading figure of the Xuantian Sect, the peerless Prodigy known as the "Little Fire God."

This battle attracted the attention of countless people. Some even opened betting pools on the outcome. However, the vast majority of people favored Lu Ming. After all, Su Han's injuries had not fully healed and his cultivation had dropped, while Lu Ming was in Peak condition and his strength was unfathomable.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Semi-finals finally arrived.

On this day, the central square was packed with people, even more lively than any previous day. Even many older generation Cultivators who were in secluded meditation were disturbed and came to watch the battle.

Surrounded by the people of the Qingyun Sect, Su Han arrived at the square. He could feel countless gazes falling upon him—some curious, some expectant, some gloating, and some with undisguised killing intent.

His expression remained calm as he sat down in the Qingyun Sect area and closed his eyes to rest.

Soon, the drawing ceremony began.

The Top Eight contestants went onto the stage in turn to draw lots. Su Han's opponent was indeed Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was a young man who looked to be twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a crimson dharma robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His face was handsome, but there was an undisguised arrogance and dominance between his brows. His gaze toward Su Han held a hint of scrutiny, a hint of disdain, and a hint of burning Battle Intent.

"Su Han?" Lu Ming sized Su Han up, a curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "I heard you defeated Zhao Jinglei and Shadowless of the Netherworld? Interesting. However, it ends here. Meeting me is your misfortune."

Su Han looked at him and said indifferently, "We'll only know after we fight."

"Humph, how ignorant." Lu Ming gave a cold laugh, said no more, and turned to leave the stage.

The drawing ended, and the competition officially began.

The first match was Su Han against Lu Ming.

"Su Han of the Qingyun Sect, Lu Ming of the Xuantian Sect, please come up to the Number One Main Arena!"

The presiding Elder's voice rang out.

Su Han slowly stood up and walked onto the stage step by step.

Every step was steady and powerful.

In his eyes, there was no fear, only a calmness like an ancient well and a hint of eager Battle Intent.

Lu Ming was already waiting on the stage, holding a crimson longsword in his arms. Before the sword was even unsheathed, a scorching aura had already spread out, causing the temperature around the arena to rise significantly.

"The match begins!"

As the presiding Elder gave the order, a sharp light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and the crimson longsword clanged as it was unsheathed!

"Su Han, if you can take three of my sword strikes, then you win!"

Before his voice had even faded, a sword light as red as fire had already torn through the air, carrying a terrifying high temperature that could burn the eight directions, and slashed down toward Su Han's head!

First style of the Burning Heaven Sword Art—Blazing Prairie! (End of Chapter)