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"Ridiculous to the extreme, just like your master, full of nonsense." Tu Li was enraged, swinging his robe fiercely. A stream of Sha Qi, like a long serpent, shot out from Tu Li's sleeve, heading straight for Jia Xingliang.
Jia Xingliang formed an empty Yin Yang Formation with his hands, the dual energies swirling to create 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 once more. A decree materialized in an instant; this Magic decree was a difficult skill to master. Huaxia Magic had flourished for thousands of years, but now it was in decline, with very few ancestral decrees remaining. However, any decree left by the 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 demons. It could repel malevolent energies.
The Demon Suppression decree consisted of just a few 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. It seems that that old fool Gu Yun Nan didn't keep you hidden away and 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 Magic is?" Tu Li sneered arrogantly.
"In my eyes, your Magic is nothing impressive—mere tricks and illusions," Jia Xingliang replied, slightly lifting his head with pride. Since they were going to battle today, he needed to be completely confident. Jia Xingliang had to project enough momentum; if the enemy's aura was three feet tall, his must be three zhang.
Tu Li frowned; he considered himself quite arrogant but did not expect that his old rival's disciple would be even more so.
Tu Li's breathing grew heavier with anger. He did not want to waste time; his purpose here was to kill Gu Yun Nan. As for Jia Xingliang, he wasn't worth much effort.
"Huff, huff, huff."
The sky suddenly turned windy, causing Tu Li's black robe to flutter loudly. 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 an artifact made from bone powder mixed with black evil blood. It was said that this artifact originally belonged to the ancient Black Witch Clan but later found its way to Southeast Asia before being acquired by Tu Li by chance.
In those days, Tu Li established his position in Southeast Asia thanks to this wicked Skullhead.
The Skullhead emitted black mist in Tu Li's hand, which coiled around his arm like vines. Soon, his entire arm was enveloped in flowing black energy; this mist was as thick as ink and seemed almost alive. Before long, dark veins bulged beneath Tu Li's skin; his neck and face twisted into a grotesque appearance.
Seeing Tu Li transform into such a state made Jia Xingliang furrow his brow tightly and adopt a serious expression. One hand had already drawn the Seven Star Sword from behind him.
Jia Xingliang knew well the power of this Skullhead. Although he looked down on evil sorcery, it couldn't be denied that sometimes evil cultivators were driven to desperate measures—burning their own life force and risking everything in battle could make them even more formidable than righteous cultivators.
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