The small green silhouette hadn't taken the slightest damage from Han Li's strike and sneered at Han Li.
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 had 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 previously do this, but as of current, your mind may wish it, but you body is weak. You are only capable of assuming that strange form of yours. Enough rubbish, let's first 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 spiralling above him. With a clear ring, twelve of the flying swords shot forward in a streak of azure light.
