84: Harvesting leeks! Han Shang was so angry he was about to vomit blood.

Han Shang soon passed through the teleportation and arrived at the location of the Primal Immortal Pool.

However, just as he was about to land,

a sense of danger that made every cell in his body tremble arose spontaneously; almost in an instant, Han Shang activated his trump cards.

The forbidden artifact meta-magnetic sacred peak and the seventy-two Saint Weapons, the Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords.

The seventy-two Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords emitted a pale green spiritual light from their blades, faintly carrying a murderous Aura, their power intimidating.

Each Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Sword was a top-grade Saint Weapon, comparable to a forbidden artifact.

Not only could they easily tear through the Physical Body of a Saint Realm Vicious Beast, but they could also launch terrifying attacks against an enemy's Divine Soul.

Having just one such Saint Weapon was already considered extremely lucky; it was hard to imagine someone could use seventy-two at once.

"Twelve Transformations of the True Spirits!"

Han Shang let out a low growl, his voice gradually shifting from human to a sharp bird cry. Along with this sharp cry, the world suddenly changed, and dark clouds rolled in.

The moment Han Shang shouted, visible changes appeared in his Physical Body.

His arms began to lose their human form, growing avian wings instead. The feathers displayed five divine colors, and ripples of five-colored halos swept out.

One of the Ancient True Spirits, the Five-Colored Peacock.

Han Shang was using a transformation technique refined with the blood of True Spirits.

If he weren't facing the terrifying strike currently attacking him, Han Shang would never have revealed this trump card.

Setting aside that Han Shang himself hadn't fully mastered this trump card, the main reason was that this secret method was simply too precious.

If the outside world knew, it would likely be enough for a Holy Land to disregard their reputation and fight to seize it.

This Daoist Magic allowed him to transform into the body of an Ancient True Spirit.

Among these twelve True Spirits were the True Dragon, Heavenly Phoenix, Kunpeng, and Qilin—four of the Ten Primordial Evils.

He, Han Shang, was just a mere Loose Cultivator, although he had established connections with several Holy Lands based on some achievements in the Mortal Refining Realm.

But this couldn't guarantee that those Holy Lands wouldn't act against him once they knew he possessed such a Supreme Daoist Magic.

Han Shang's gaze sharpened, and five-colored radiance bloomed on his body's surface, turning into rolling waves of light that surged toward the silver light-fist before him.

The Five-Colored Divine Light breaks all Five Elements and places a Restriction on everything!

The meta-magnetic sacred peak became incredibly massive, as if transforming into a Primordial Divine Mountain, its Aura staggering as it crashed down.

The seventy-two Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords had already been arranged into a peculiar sword array. When they slashed out simultaneously, they gathered together, condensing in the blink of an eye into a hundred-zhang-tall giant sword that slashed down violently toward the fist of light.

Facing such an offensive,

a hint of surprise appeared in Mu Zun's originally calm eyes.

This youth before him had such dense Luck, and his methods were equally astonishing.

If these three methods were used together in the Profound Heaven Realm, they would likely be enough to suppress the entire younger generation.

Even some old fogies in the Holy Lands might not be able to withstand it.

"Pity, a futile effort."

Fist of Heaven: destroying all demons, destroying worlds and creating the Universe with a wave of the hand!

Boom! Hum! Bang!

The massive Bamboo Essence Sword shattered instantly upon contact with the fist, decomposing into seventy-two Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords that fell from the Void Realm to the ground, causing a series of crisp clangs.

Mu Zun waved his hand, and all seventy-two Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords were taken into his possession.

After the meta-magnetic sacred peak collided violently with the light-fist, the runes on the sacred peak turned dim and then vanished. Bathed in the glazed-colored, pure, and untainted Holy Light condensed by the fist, the meta-magnetic sacred peak gradually shrank and finally fell into Mu Zun's palm.

The Five-Colored Divine Light that could restrict everything was absolutely nothing before the Fist of Heaven.

Han Shang was directly sent flying by a single punch, five-colored feathers fluttering everywhere and littering the ground.

His body scraped violently across the ground before finally crashing into a mountain peak, creating spiderweb-like cracks.

The Five-Colored Peacock wailed continuously as the Holy Light on its body dissolved him.

To prevent the Holy Light from eroding him, Han Shang could only release his True Spirit state and return to his human form.

"Cough, cough..."

Han Shang coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His expression was extremely ugly.

He had used almost all his strongest trump cards, yet not only did he fail to break the opponent's offensive, he nearly failed to block it.

The opponent was simply too strong.

He could only run.

As soon as the thought arose, Han Shang's body turned into a streak of light, fleeing toward the outside of the immortal pool area.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Mu Zun chuckled.

Seeing that leaving the immortal pool area was within reach, Han Shang's figure suddenly stalled.

His expression became incredibly gloomy.

Because the space before him was already covered by countless Dao laws, forming a barrier that enveloped the entire immortal pool area.

Mu Zun's eyes were indifferent; before him, an ancient talisman was emitting a faint immortal glow.

Hunyuan Dao Talisman!

The power of the Hunyuan Dao Talisman in Mu Zun's hands was far more terrifying and proficient than when used by Gong Yulin.

Feeling the Great Dao Aura of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus from Mu Zun, the Hunyuan Dao Talisman floating in the Void Realm trembled incessantly, seemingly in excitement, and continuously showed signs of intimacy toward Mu Zun.

What was before Han Shang was precisely the Hunyuan Seal of the Hunyuan Dao Talisman.

If Gong Yulin were still alive, seeing this Hunyuan Seal, he would surely cry out that Mu Zun was a Prodigy.

Even if the old fogies of their Hunyuan Immortal Palace used the Hunyuan Dao Talisman, they couldn't possibly set up a Hunyuan Seal of such range in an instant.

But Mu Zun had done it so easily.

Han Shang turned around and looked at Mu Zun standing with his hands behind his back, his heart filled with resentment.

He gritted his teeth, and from his long sleeves, insects the size of a human hand, covered in blood-red armor, flew out.

They opened their sharp and hideous mouthparts, heading toward Mu Zun with a loud buzzing of wings.

Blood-Devouring Insects, fond of blood; the sharp organs in their mouths are comparable to Saint Weapon forbidden artifacts, and as their ten segments move, a Blood Concept naturally forms.

After evolving, they become Blood-Devouring Insect Emperors, which can take human form, master the Blood Dao Laws, and reach the Supreme realm.

If they have further Opportunity to Cultivate and achieve Immortal Ascension, they become Blood Spirit Immortals, controlling the Law of Blood and comprehending the true essence of blood.

"So it's the Dao of Insect Control; you certainly know many Spells."

This was the first time Mu Zun had seen the insect control techniques he'd read about in books.

Yet he remained entirely calm.

Beneath him, a Pure Land formed of its own accord.

Within the Pure Land, one is immune to all Spells, eternally free and at ease.

Those Blood-Devouring Insects that were aggressively attacking him immediately lost their ferocious and murderous appearance after flying into the Pure Land; their Aura became mild, and they appeared incredibly docile.

Under Han Shang's watchful eyes, they flew into Mu Zun's sleeves.

Flying in one after another, they appeared exceptionally orderly.

"What else do you have? Feel free to use it all."

Mu Zun gave a light chuckle and said indifferently.

"Pfft..."

Blood surged in Han Shang's chest, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his mouth, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart.

How many resources had he spent to nurture those Blood-Devouring Insects?

If he didn't have the heaven mending bottle and a fortune comparable to a Holy Land's treasury, he wouldn't have been able to domesticate and nurture the Blood-Devouring Insects at all.

And those seventy-two Spirit-Slaying Bamboo Essence Swords, the meta-magnetic sacred peak... the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Han Shang felt like he could hardly breathe!