When Reverend Fang Buyi saw the radiance shining from Yang Han's body, he froze in place. The aura around Yang Han was dark blue, and Yang Han was calmly looking straight at Fang Buyi.
"You—impossible, impossible! How could you have his legacy?" Reverend Fang Buyi could no longer control himself.
"What legacy? I don't know what you're talking about. But it looks like your artifact has lost its power." Yang Han said with a smile.
"Demon-Ward Eight Arts—those are the strongest anti-evil techniques of the righteous path, and only one person knows them! You can't possibly have his legacy. Why would he choose you?" Reverend Fang Buyi was now completely unable to believe it.
"So you know about the Demon-Ward Eight Arts. Seems like you're someone important." Seeing Fang Buyi's expression, Yang Han realized the glow around him must be due to this technique.
"Don't you know? Kid, stop joking around. The Demon-Ward Eight Arts must be inherited; you can't just learn them by being taught. Don't try to fool me with some excuse. If you still see me as an opponent, just tell me—did he really pass them on to you? Is he your master?" Reverend Fang Buyi was now worried Yang Han might be that person's disciple. If so, he'd have to be much more careful about making a move.
Seeing Fang Buyi's expression, which was clearly no longer confident but full of doubt and worry, Yang Han laughed, "What, are you scared? That's not like you—just a moment ago you were set on killing me."
"That was then, this is now. If I'd known you were his successor, I wouldn't have bothered." Reverend Fang Buyi said.
"I don't know about this successor you mentioned. All I know is I've had this technique for a long time, and I have no idea who gave it to me. Asking won't help. Are you hesitating to fight me now? Well, let me tell you—if you make a move, so will I." Yang Han smiled.
Fang Buyi exclaimed, "You—"
"Didn't you call me an evil cultivator?" Yang Han sneered.
"That's right, you are evil—you use blood arrays! Even if you have the Demon-Ward Eight Arts, it doesn't change the fact that you're evil." Hearing Yang Han's words, Reverend Fang Buyi's Heaven's Path Heart instantly resurfaced, reminding himself that Yang Han was just trying to confuse him, so he forced a laugh.
Yang Han's provocation made Fang Buyi return to his arrogant, superior attitude. Yang Han shook his head helplessly. "So this is your so-called Heaven's Path Heart."
"That's none of your business. You use blood arrays, so your identity can't change. Even if he really comes after me for revenge, I won't be worried—after all, I was born for the righteous path." Reverend Fang Buyi declared.
Yang Han was completely speechless. He really wanted to know what this so-called Heaven's Path Heart was, to make someone so obsessed.
"Fine, I'm out of words. Let's do this—I'm curious to see how I can break your so-called Dao-heart." Yang Han smiled.
"Keep dreaming!" Reverend Fang Buyi snorted coldly, then took out the string of beads from his chest. The beads instantly flew out, surrounding Yang Han and forming a barrier.
Yang Han tried attacking with the Limitless Spear, but found it was like an impenetrable sealed space—every strike made a metallic clang, as if hitting solid metal.
"Ha! It's useless. These beads are special, and the enclosed space is, too. Stay in here for a while and your power will slowly drain away, until you're completely exhausted." Reverend Fang Buyi laughed.
"You've got a lot of tricks, but don't celebrate too soon. You were confident before, and I broke every one of your methods." Yang Han said.
"That's different. Before, you had fire attribute and Demon-Ward Eight Arts. Now, I don't believe you have anything else that can save you." Reverend Fang Buyi said confidently.
"Is that so? Then let me show you what I've got." Yang Han took out the Soul-Devouring Divine Sword and gathered power onto it. Fang Buyi wasn't stupid—he knew all about divine artifacts, and Yang Han's sword was an extremely aggressive Soul-Devouring Divine Sword. Fang Buyi was shocked, "You even have that!"
"What, you recognize this too?" Yang Han smiled.
"Recognize it? That's an understatement—it's unimaginable. All the good stuff ended up with you. But it doesn't matter. You can't unleash the Soul-Devouring Divine Sword's strongest attack. With your power, you can't break this barrier. When your sword is mine, I'll have both the Heaven's Path Heart and the divine sword. Ha! Who knew I'd get to cultivate my Dao-heart and win a divine sword in one outing." Reverend Fang Buyi laughed wildly, overexcited.
Yang Han ignored this narcissist and began channeling power into the Soul-Devouring Divine Sword to strike the barrier. With a thunderous crash, the barrier began to crack. Yang Han realized it was already starting to break—just a bit more force and it would be done.
Fang Buyi saw this and had to admit, "It really is a divine artifact. Just one strike from you made such a huge crack. But it doesn't matter—watch this."
Fang Buyi injected power into the beads, and the barrier quickly restored itself.
Seeing the barrier restore itself, Yang Han couldn't help but admire this guy, who was already halfway beyond the human path. He attacked again, harder than before, and with a sizzling sound, the crack widened.
Fang Buyi was shocked and hurried to gather more power, but Yang Han knew his last strike had been his strongest. Now, there was only one way to break out—transform.
Yang Han was always cautious with this transformation, since last time it nearly dried up his Heaven-Cold Seed. This time, he was extra careful—after transforming, he only used the power of the Blood Demon Lord within him.