At first, to prevent the disciples of the Water-Interrupting Sect from fleeing and alerting other enemies, Han Li had to personally intervene, employing both Luo Yan Step and Yu Feng Decision. In a brief instant, he effortlessly eliminated all the enemies, leaving Li Fei Yu utterly stunned—so much so that he realized just then the true strength of Han Li. Believing that Han Li's remarkable skill stemmed entirely from his mastery of the "Eye-Blink Sword Technique," Li Fei Yu was nearly driven into a frenzy, immediately considering the idea of abandoning his current cultivation and dedicating himself entirely to mastering that technique. Fortunately, his remaining sense of rationality reminded him that, both in terms of time and innate aptitude, such a transformation was now utterly impossible. Thus, throughout the journey ahead, Li Fei Yu constantly expressed his resentment toward Han Li, repeatedly marveling at how fortunate Han Li had been—how he had managed to acquire such an extraordinary master technique. Han Li paid no attention to his friend, whose friendship had now turned sour and acidic, and instead launched himself into a relentless assault against the enemies he encountered along the way, no longer concealing his true strength. Faced with Han Li's strange and elusive movements, all the foes proved helpless, unable to parry even a single attack, and fell dead—some of whom were even high-ranking masters. Thus, under Han Li's brilliant display of prowess, the two reached the residence of Li Elder smoothly and met Ma Rong, who informed them that both Li Elder and Zhang Xiu'er had already set off for Luoyu Peak. Upon hearing this news, Li Feiyu's face turned as pale as paper. He well knew that Luoyu Peak was now nothing short of a dragon's den and a tiger's lair—Zhang Xiu'er's journey there was akin to stepping into the very gates of death. With no choice, the two discussed their course and then departed from Li Elder's residence, heading once again toward Luoyu Peak, where a small disturbance occurred just before they left. The trusted attendant of the King Master, that obnoxious fat man, suddenly produced his token again just as the two were about to leave, speaking in a commanding tone and threatening to handle them according to the sect's regulations if they did not stay. Li Feiyu was now frantic, solely concerned about Zhang Xiu'er's safety, and had no time to dwell on regulations—so he raised his palm and struck the verbose fat man senseless to the ground, then ordered his subordinates to remain and protect the group. Li Feiyu and Han Li then departed without further delay. Upon nearing the base of the Setting Sun Peak, the two were startled by the sheer number of their enemies. They realized that a direct assault here would surely fail. After some discussion, they devised a clever plan. They knocked out two disciples from the Intermittent Water Sect, donned their robes, and, during the chaos of nightfall and the crowd, slipped quietly into the ranks of the attacking forces, easily reaching the Setting Sun Peak with the crowd, and thus heard the King Master's current remarks. As for Qu Hu, due to his striking presence, he had been assigned a secluded spot and remained below the mountain. Upon hearing that Luoyi Peak might retain such a decisive move—dying with the enemy—Liyi Fu could no longer contain his curiosity, constantly asking questions of Han Li, hoping his friend would give him reassurance. "Don't worry about whether this is true or not; right now, what matters most is that we hurry into the main hall, meet your beloved there, and then quietly make our way down the mountain. After all, regardless of truth or fiction, staying here poses too great a risk!" Han Li finally replied softly. "That's indeed sound advice, yet under these watchful eyes, how exactly can we manage to get inside?" Li Yi Fu lowered his head, looking worried and troubled. "Hmph! We can only wait and see—what opportunities might present themselves?" Han Li was equally at a loss. Just as these two were anxiously hurrying behind the crowd, the ground beneath them suddenly began to tremble. At first, the shaking was mild, but soon it intensified, causing many people to lose their balance and fall to the ground. Numerous stones also rolled down the mountain peak as the mountain itself shook. "Bad news! The mountain is collapsing—the Wang is going to meet his end with us!" Someone, perhaps a bit hasty, suddenly broke the silence in the panic. Upon hearing this, most people grew even more alarmed. Some, ignoring Wang Juechu's earlier warnings, scrambled and crawled toward the exits, desperately trying to escape from what they now believed was an impending collapse of the mountain. "Roar! Roar!" A tremendous sound of collapse rolled through, and the ground shook violently. Hearing this roar, everyone assumed the mountain was beginning to give way completely and felt utterly hopeless. For now, even if they wanted to flee, they likely wouldn't make it in time. Jia Tianlong was now both startled and furious. Though still surrounded by his loyal iron guards, he felt utterly bewildered, unsure of what to do. He turned his gaze toward Jin Guang Shangren, his steadfast pillar, only to see the other's pale, anxious face—and a faint smile of resignation broke across his own lips. It seemed that even the Shangren himself was in peril! Jia Tianlong's deep respect for him had instantly waned. "Ha! I thought the men of the Wild Wolf Clan were fearless heroes—now it turns out they're just a collection of scattered, uncoordinated troops!" came a sharp, mocking remark from Wang Juechu, cutting through the chaos on the mountain with remarkable clarity, a testament to his refined mastery. As soon as he spoke these words, the ground tremors miraculously ceased—seeming as though the entire mountain had at that very moment calmed its fury and returned to stillness. At this moment, people realized that the stone pavilion, which had always drawn attention, had completely vanished, leaving behind only a massive, acre-sized hole in its place. Some bolder individuals stepped forward two paces, stood at the edge, and peered into the hole, only to gasp in astonishment—dark and featureless, the depth of the pit was utterly indistinct, and it seemed to stretch far beyond sight. "Master Jia, I wonder if this evidence can substantiate my claims?" Wang Juechu asked coldly. Master Jia's face was pale. He did not immediately respond, but instead glanced around him. To his eyes, everyone on his side appeared shaken—ordinary members of the association, as well as representatives from other clans, were no exception. Even his own iron guards looked visibly uneasy. Seeing this, Master Jia understood that his ambition to decisively eliminate the Seven Xuan Sect tonight had been dashed. It would have to be a retreat first, followed by a more strategic plan. "What conditions do you have? Go ahead and propose them. But you should also realize that, even with this, we'll only be even on the surface—don't go overboard!" He turned back, saying it with a sense of determination, still carrying a hint of resentment.