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"Ridiculous to the extreme, just like your master, full of nonsense." Tu Li was enraged, swinging his sleeve violently. A stream of Sha Qi shot out from his robe like a long snake, aiming directly at Jia Xingliang.
Jia Xingliang formed an empty-handed Yin Yang Formation, with the dual energies of yin and yang swirling around him, creating a small Tai Chi Pattern that blocked the attack of the Sha Qi serpent.
Tu Li waved his sleeve again, unleashing another Sha Qi serpent. Jia Xingliang remained calm, silently reciting incantations while writing in the air with his hand. A decree was swiftly inscribed; this magical decree was an extremely difficult skill to master. Huaxia Magic had flourished for millennia, but now, its techniques had dwindled, leaving behind only a few ancestral decrees. However, any decree left by ancestors was a treasure in the realm of magic.
The decree Jia Xingliang inscribed was the "Demon Suppression" decree, a relatively common command said to have been used by celestial beings to suppress demonic entities. It could now be employed to ward off malevolent energies.
The Demon Suppression decree consisted of just over a dozen characters, shining with golden light. Each character acted like a barrier, blocking Tu Li's Sha Qi.
"Ah, I didn't expect you to have some skill after all. It seems that old Gu Yun Nan didn't keep you hidden away; he taught you well. But unfortunately, a master is still a master, and a disciple is just a disciple. You are not yet worthy to fight me. Do you know what my most powerful technique is?" Tu Li sneered arrogantly.
"In my eyes, your techniques are nothing special—mere tricks and illusions," Jia Xingliang replied, slightly raising his head with pride. Since they were going to battle today, he needed to be fully confident; his momentum had to be three times that of his opponent's.
Tu Li frowned. He considered himself quite arrogant but did not expect that the disciple of his old rival would be even more so.
Tu Li's breathing grew heavier with anger; he didn't want to waste time. His purpose for coming here was to kill Gu Yun Nan; as for Jia Xingliang, he wasn't worth much effort.
"Huff, huff, huff."
Suddenly, the wind picked up in the sky, causing Tu Li's black robe to flutter wildly. Indeed, Tu Li had changed significantly; if he didn't possess sufficient strength, he wouldn't have come seeking revenge on Gu Yun Nan.
Tu Li slowly extended his hand; it was pale and withered. In his grasp was a Skullhead.
This Skullhead was not large—only the size of an adult's fist—and it wasn't a real human skull but rather a magical artifact made from bone powder mixed with black blood. It was said that this artifact originally belonged to the ancient Black Witch Clan but later ended up in Southeast Asia before being accidentally acquired by Tu Li.
In those days, it was this evil Skullhead that helped Tu Li establish his position in Southeast Asia.
As the Skullhead emanated black mist in Tu Li's hand, the mist coiled around his arm like vines. Soon enough, his entire arm was covered in flowing black energy. The mist was thick as ink and seemed almost alive; soon after, black veins began to bulge beneath his skin, making his neck and face take on a grotesque appearance.
Seeing Tu Li transform into such a state made Jia Xingliang furrow his brow in concern. His expression turned serious as he unsheathed the Seven Star Sword from behind him.
Jia Xingliang knew well how formidable this Skullhead could be. Although he looked down on evil practitioners, it couldn't be denied that sometimes they resorted to desperate measures—burning their own life force in fierce battles could make them even more powerful than righteous practitioners.
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