"Where is she?" Han Li asked urgently as he regained his composure. "There!" Following Li Feiyu's gaze, Han Li finally spotted Zhang Xiu'er in a corner of the crowd, standing beside two other female companions who had also participated in the fierce combat. She wore a delicate white silk dress, her lips slightly pressed together, appearing like a delicate white blossom—so fragile and endearing. "How can a gentlewoman like Zhang, so frail and delicate, take part in such a bloody duel? Has Wang made a serious mistake?" Han Li still couldn't believe his eyes, speaking in disbelief. "Xiu'er is one of the core disciples of the Seventh Absolute Hall. Didn't I tell you that?" Li Feiyu smiled faintly, revealing a piece of news that completely surprised Han Li. Han Li remained silent. Clearly, the remaining elite fighters of the Qiuxuan Sect here are not many, and Master Wang has no intention of sparing his precious ones—sending even a young lady like Zhang Xiu'er into the fray to secure victory through sheer determination. It seems they are truly betting everything on this final stand. As he himself had said, he came along for two reasons. First, he had known Li Feiyu for a long time and shared a deep bond with him, and thus didn't want to watch him venture alone into the unknown. Second, he was confident in his own abilities—having mastered both the Fire Bomb Technique and the Wind Riding Technique—believing that the so-called elite fighters of the Wild Wolf Clan posed little real threat to him. Moreover, he himself was eager to test his current strength firsthand. The two of them strode steadily through the crowd, moving directly toward Wang Juechu. Along the way, their broken Dunshui Sect garments were torn away, revealing the clothing of the Qi Xuan Sect. The sudden appearance of Han Li and Li Feiyu before the crowd, and their immediate shift in identity, left both parties stunned and speechless. No one dared to intervene, allowing them to reach Wang Juechu unimpeded. "Master Li" "Doctor Han" At this moment, many disciples from the Qi Xuan Sect recognized these two renowned figures within the sect and could not help but gasp in surprise. Zhang Xiu'er was especially delighted upon seeing Li Feiyu, her graceful face glowing with joy and excitement. Had there been fewer people present, she would have surely rushed to Li Feiyu's arms and poured out her heartfelt sentiments. Master Wang, too, immediately recognized both of them, his eyes flashing with mild astonishment at their sudden appearance. "Master Li Feiyu, Junior Deputy Head of the Wai Chen Hall, bows to the Sect Master." Li Feiyu respectfully greeted. "We would like to sign a death bond and participate in the Blood Duel. We kindly request your approval," he stated without waiting for any further inquiry. Meanwhile, Han Li stood silently by, appearing to follow Li Feiyu's lead as if he were merely a supporting figure. After hearing Li Feiyu's words, the words that had gathered in Wang Menzhub's throat, ready to be spoken in criticism, quietly vanished. A faint smile appeared on his otherwise cold face as he spoke gently, "Excellent! It's truly a loyal disciple of our Qixuan Sect. With Li Hall Master joining the duel, we've surely gained another advantage. Still, perhaps Han Doctor should refrain from joining—after all, his medical skills are invaluable to our sect. Should anything go wrong during the intense battle, it would be a loss indeed." Wang Menzhub was utterly stunned. He had never imagined that the renowned physician within the sect, Han Li, possessed such astonishing agility—he had been silently moved to the back without any awareness at all. "What an incredible skill! Who exactly is this man? How long has he been hidden within our sect, and what are his true intentions?" A series of profound thoughts surged through Wang Juechu's mind. He turned around, glanced at Han Li, who still appeared as harmless as ever, and then directed his gaze toward his three senior uncles. To his surprise, his three uncles had visibly stiffened, their eyes filled with genuine astonishment—clearly, Han Li's movements had left them deeply impressed and wary. Several thoughts spiraled through Wang Menzhub's mind, circling repeatedly before he finally made up his mind. He suddenly burst into hearty laughter and then warmly said, "Since Doctor Han has shown such sincere dedication to our sect, as the head of the sect, how could I possibly refuse?" He then pointed with his hand, removing the two disciples originally engaged in the duel who were the weakest in skill, and added Han Li and Li Feiyu to the team. He had both of them sign the first death oaths in black ink on the crimson Life-and-Death Scroll, making them the initial members of the duel. Jia Tianlong clearly observed the entire sequence of events at the Seven Perfection Sect. Though he was somewhat surprised by the addition of two more elite fighters from the opposing side, he did not find it particularly significant, as he firmly believed that ordinary human bodies could not withstand the sword techniques of Jin Guang. Once both sides had completed their oaths and exchanged the official death scrolls, the duel—where only one side could emerge alive—finally began.