With his command, thirty or so dressed-in-royal-clothes disciples rushed out from the main hall. They spoke nothing, merely silently setting up a combat arena on the open space before the hall using wooden stakes and ropes. From the smoothness of their movements, it was clear that these were well-trained, no ordinary junior disciples of the Qi-Xuan Sect. As the combat area was being established, Li Feiyu grew increasingly uneasy and turned to Han Li, asking, "Shall we simply stay here, doing nothing but watching them fight? It seems rather unsatisfactory." "What's unsatisfactory about that? Your beloved is currently safe and unharmed. Once both combatants have finished their duel, we'll take advantage of the chaos as the Wild Wolf Clan withdraws to secretly bring out Zhang's lady. Then you two will depart swiftly, finding a place where they can't track you down—so that the higher-ups won't still hold you responsible, and won't make you bear the heavy burden you can't possibly carry. Han Li spoke calmly, it seemed as though he didn't feel particularly connected to the Qi Xuan Sect. "This isn't just a run-away marriage—no, Xiu'er won't agree to it!" Li Feiyu shook her head vigorously, as if drumming it. "Then just knock her out, take her away forcibly, and later, serve the rice again—once it's cooked properly," Han Li replied indifferently. "You..." Li Feiyu stared at Han Li, speechless, her indignation mounting. Just as the two were arguing back and forth, the Master of the Wang Sect received two blood-red scrolls from a disciple, the official documents of life-and-death pacts. He kept one with him and had the other delivered to Jia Tianlong across the table. Upon receiving the scrolls, Jia Tianlong's expression grew serious. He opened them carefully, read them thoroughly, confirmed everything was in order, nodded, closed them, and then began selecting his battle-ready warriors. After a careful selection, he picked out thirteen elite masters from the Wild Wolf Clan. To minimize losses, he also chose several capable members from smaller clans—regardless of whether they were willing to give their all, once they signed the death pact, they would have to fight fiercely just to save their lives. As for the rest, they were all composed of his trusted Iron Guard, of course, with Golden Light Master definitely included, since he fully counted on the master's flying sword technique to shine brilliantly. While Jia Tianlong was busy making arrangements, Wang Juehu, on the other hand, had returned to the stone pavilion at some point and had not yet appeared—clearly also deeply engaged in deliberating over who to send to participate in the final duel. When the duel arena was finally completed, Master Wang finally led about three or four hundred people out of the pavilion. These people ranged from the young to the elderly, both male and female, yet each carried a bright gaze and steady step—clearly the elite of the Qi Xu Sect. Among them, the three who trailed closely behind Wang Juechu particularly captured Jia Tianlong's attention. Thinking of this, he turned slightly, pointing at the three with his fingers, and said to the dwarf, Jin Guang, standing beside him, "Master, what do you think of those three? Can they handle it?" "Ordinary mortals, nothing more! As soon as my flying sword appears, their lives will be over. What could possibly go wrong? Do you not have confidence in me?" Jin Guang gave him a sharp look, clearly displeased and with a touch of irritation. "Of course not, of course not! I was only asking casually, Master—please don't take it to heart," Jia Tianlong quickly smiled and bowed, fearing he might offend his most reliable ally at the moment. "Hmph!" The dwarf, hearing this, gradually calmed down. Jia Tianlong, seeing this, finally felt at ease. Indeed, this great immortal wasn't easy to please! He privately smiled to himself, then quickly turned around and loudly commanded, "Are you ready? Begin signing the life-and-death scrolls!" With that sharp command, the members of the Wild Wolf Clan who had joined the fierce combat began to solemnly inscribe their names on the Scroll of Life and Death, sealing their vows of determination. At the same time, Wang Juechu responded with equal resolve, coldly declaring, "Sign the Scroll of Life and Death!" Immediately, dozens of specially selected warriors from the Seven Immortal Sect stepped forward, ready to affix their seals of commitment to the document. As these figures moved forward, Han Li naturally turned his attention to this group, hoping to spot any familiar faces among them. He saw Wang's three senior disciples, but paid them only a cursory glance and moved on, instead focusing on an elderly man dressed in a light blue robe. Upon seeing the man's face, Han Li could not help but softly exclaim, "Li Elder!" This man—Li Elder, the master who had once saved Han Li's life and the master of Ma Rong—was also one of the combatants. Han Li was completely taken aback by this unexpected development. After regaining his composure, Han Li quickly turned to Li Feiyu and firmly拍ed his shoulder, saying, "Did you see? Elder Li is there too—he also wants to sign the life-and-death pact!" Li Feiyu stood motionless, completely unresponsive, gazing steadily toward the distance as though he had heard nothing, his expression utterly blank.