The small green silhouette hadn’t taken the slightest damage from Han Li’s strike and sneered at him.

Han Li scoffed, “It’s too early to be proud. If you truly wish to devour my Nascent Soul, it’s going to take more than a few arrogant words. If I guessed correctly, you can only consume the souls of low grade cultivators. To speak of consuming a cultivator’s Nascent Soul is pure fantasy. Perhaps you might’ve been able to do this in the past, but as of current you're far too weak and are only capable of assuming that strange form of yours. Enough rubbish, let’s see how you fare against these flying swords.” These words caused the small silhouette’s expression to vastly change, revealing malice from its eyes.

At that moment, Han Li pointed to the flying swords spiraling above him, and with a clear ring, twelve of the flying swords shot forward as streaks of azure light.

The small green silhouette stood in place with a sullen expression, as the dozen of azure swordlights spiraled around it and...