Han Li turned to glance at Wang the Master. He saw Wang Juechu in a gloomy mood, discussing with three elderly-looking strangers by his side, seemingly also struggling against the golden glow emanating from the dwarf. The golden glow figure broke out into a strange laugh, lifting his head back with a flourish, his nostrils flaring as he then arrogantly declared, "I shall remain motionless here, allowing you to attack at will. Should any of you succeed in breaking my invincible body-armor, then I shall grant you a chance at survival—though not necessarily a full life." With that, he resumed his boastful laughter. This declaration completely roused the seven-xuan disciples who had previously harbored a certain sense of apprehension toward the golden aura. Several of the more skilled martial artists immediately moved to surge forward, aiming to reach the dwarf, but were promptly restrained by Wang the Master. Wang Jue Chu waved his hand, summoning the guardian still on the field. Then, he whispered a few words to the sturdy man among his three companions beside him. The man nodded and walked up steadily, step by step, until he reached the dwarf. He carefully examined the golden glow, then glanced again at the golden light-being within it. With a crack of his lips, he suddenly extended two fingers and lightly tapped the golden enclosure, producing a clear, crisp sound of "ding." This carefree gesture infuriated the golden light-being, who spoke in a cold, solemn tone, "You brash fellow—do you intend to hasten my dispatch of you to the next life?" Upon hearing this, the man remained unmoved. Instead, he took a step forward, positioning himself beside the dwarf, then lifted his leg, stepping to the dwarf's back. Thus, with the golden light-being at the center, the man circled him, gradually stepping farther and faster, until in a moment his form blurred into a shimmering haze, no longer clearly distinguishable. The golden light-being, overwhelmed by the relentless circling, felt dizzy and his anger intensified. Without hesitation, he reached into his cloak, as though to retrieve something. The bearded man, meanwhile, naturally observed the entire sequence of movements. He suddenly opened his mouth and roared, a sound like a dragon's chant or a tiger's howl—deep, resonant, and enduring—shaking the ears of everyone on Luosun Peak, causing even the branches of nearby trees to tremble slightly. Jin Guang, upon hearing the roar, was stunned, his limbs growing weak; he reached into his chest, only to find himself unable to withdraw his hand. Suddenly, crisp and clear popping sounds of joints gave off from the man's body, growing louder and more urgent, until they surged in a rapid succession, completely overwhelming the roar itself. When the man once again stepped forward to face the dwarf, he halted mid-step, and both the roar and the joint sounds ceased abruptly. At that moment, those who had been drowsy suddenly realized that the man’s frame had grown not only larger than before, but even more so—his muscles on chest and arms stood out prominently, gleaming dark and solid, like forged iron. Now, he appeared as a giant in comparison to the dwarf. The Monkei Master, finally gaining this breath of relief, reached into his robe and produced a long, slender wooden chest. The chest was uniformly dark, with a scroll of paper affixed to its surface, as if sealing the contents within. Before the dwarf could even tear the scroll, the tall, giant-like man had already extended his broad, fan-shaped hands and delivered a firm, decisive blow to the golden casing. The golden glow trembled and distorted under the impact, causing the dwarf to sway continuously, unable to steady himself to tear the scroll free. The Monkei Master was startled—he fully understood the strength of his golden casing, and yet this man could bend it so dramatically. His initial sense of superiority vanished, and he now tore at the scroll with greater urgency. With a sharp "rip," the scroll finally came loose. Only then did a faint smile of relief appear on the Monkei Master's face. He heard a continuous series of sharp impacts echoing from the cover, causing his body to tremble incessantly until he finally lost his balance and sat down on the ground. At that moment, he realized that the man across from him was using both hands and feet, launching a furious, relentless assault against the golden cover. The light shield on his own body, like dough being pressed, was constantly indenting and bulging under the force of the opponent's punches and kicks, bending and deforming continuously. Under the force of the blows, the golden glow seemed poised to shatter and rupture at any moment. Seeing this, the figure of light grew pale, losing his composure and no longer able to maintain his serene master's demeanor. He hurriedly began chanting incantations and reciting mantras, only to make numerous mistakes in his haste—none of which produced any effect, and the black box remained completely still. Jia Tianlong, observing the scene from behind, was left stunned. On one hand, he was speechless due to the sheer idiocy of Jin Guang's superior, and on the other, he was deeply astonished by the martial prowess of his senior, Wang Juechu. He had personally tested the strength of Jin Guang's golden shield before—indeed, it was truly impervious to blades and arrows, as well as to water and fire, as solid and unyielding as a diamond. Yet now, this radiant shield was trembling under the force of the man's punches and kicks, being casually bent and reshaped. This was truly astonishing—the man's skill was far beyond anything he had imagined! With another two equally formidable opponents standing across from him, Jia Tianlong, for the first time, felt a touch of regret for having so readily agreed to a decisive battle. Only now did he understand why the other party had been so confident in demanding such a confrontation. With three such extraordinary masters at their back, he himself would likely have eagerly insisted on a bloodbath as well. Reflecting on this, Jia Tianlong glanced at the dwarf, now clearly at a disadvantage, and began to consider whether he should send someone to assist this esteemed immortal master. So that this person might not fail to employ his signature flying sword technique and simply expire in confusion.