(Sorry everyone! We have guests at home today and I simply couldn't make it to the internet cafe to upload. I'm currently working on this section in the middle of things, and after finishing this chapter, I still have to rush back to continue entertaining the guests. I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience!) At the very spot where Feng Yue had stood previously, aside from the pair of boots on his legs, there was nothing else on the ground. The storage scroll that had been in Han Li's mind as a prize was completely gone. Han Li leapt up with a "lily pad spring," then hurried over with the urgency of someone whose backside was on fire. After searching diligently for hours at the exact place where Feng Yue had vanished, he still couldn't find a trace of the storage scroll. "Could it be that the power of the thunder child is so great that even the person and the storage scroll were completely turned to ash?" Han Li circled the small area several times before finally arriving at a conclusion that left him deeply frustrated. Han Li was not satisfied and expanded his search area several times over, but the result remained unchanged. Yet, he had managed to recover the small mirror and crystal ball belonging to Duobao, as well as the small knife talisman, which had returned to its scroll form due to the master's demise. Han Li examined these three items, then thought again about the lost thunder-essence crystals, the two upper-tier artifacts—the silver hook and the green rope—and the storage scrolls destroyed by the thunder-essence. He looked up at the sky, speechless. Regardless of the outcome, after all, this great battle had made him the clear winner, far better than Feng Yue, who had turned to ash. Han Li, unsure whether he had gained or lost, could only chuckle at his own situation. As he thought of Feng Yue, he instinctively glanced at the only remaining items of the man—the half-legs, only the lower halves intact—and gently shook his head. Then, he raised his hand and launched two fire balls, each the size of a clenched fist, directly toward them. Since the person was already dead, these items should be completely eliminated, lest others discover them and face complications. "Puff! Puff!" Two soft sounds, and the flames immediately engulfed them. In a matter of moments, everything except those dark boots turned to ash! Han Li nodded contentedly and turned to leave. "Boots? That doesn't make sense!" "How could ordinary boots remain unscathed under the fireball attack?" Just a short step out from the scene, Han Li immediately realized his oversight and hurried back, gazing at the seemingly ordinary boots with a puzzled expression. Upon closer inspection, something indeed stood out—these boots not only withstood the fireball assault without any damage, but also bore not a single trace of burned marks. Instead, they subtly shimmered with a gentle vitality. "A magical artifact?" Han Li was now genuinely surprised. After hesitating a moment, he took a few steps forward and carefully picked up the dark boots. "Thin, soft, yet surprisingly resilient!" It couldn't be cloth shoes or silk shoes—rather, they appeared to be made from the fur of some kind of animal! Han Li stroked them over and over, finally arriving at this conclusion. As he drew closer, the subtle spiritual aura of the shoes became increasingly evident to him. This was indeed a magical artifact—most likely crafted from the hide of some mythical beast. Gazing at the boots, Han Li suddenly recalled something, and couldn't wait to remove his own cloth shoes and put on these magical leather boots. They were incredibly comfortable and soft, as if they were weightless—the very first sensation he experienced. After carefully observing the boots on his feet, no unusual occurrences had yet taken place. Frowning slightly, Han Li took a light step forward. "Huff!" His body suddenly flashed, and he floated effortlessly to a distance of several zhang. "The Wind Mastery Technique! No—far faster than the Wind Mastery Technique!" Han Li thought with genuine excitement. At last, the secret of Yue's swift footwork had come to韩立. It must be this very skill that enabled the other man to move so strangely, so swiftly as lightning. Wearing the boots,韩立 began to walk slowly across this relatively small open space, gradually becoming familiar with the boots' capabilities. His pace steadily increased, until eventually he employed Luo Yan Bu to further accelerate. Previously, when韩立 had pushed his body movement to its absolute limit, his form had become indistinct, often leaving behind trailing afterimages. Now, however, with the boots, his speed had reached such a point that several identical phantom figures appeared simultaneously in the space, each performing the same movements and maintaining the same smile. Yet, as all these phantoms gradually converged toward the center, they seamlessly merged into a single, unified figure—韩立 himself, standing still at the center of the arena. 韩立 stood motionless, gazing at the scene as though deep in thought. Suddenly, however, he burst into loud, hearty laughter, laughing so vigorously that his body bent double, tears nearly streaming down his face. After laughing for a long while, Han Li, who had been bending forward, suddenly flashed a faint green glow and vanished into the air, as if he had been carried away by a clear breeze. At that moment, the entire arena was silent, save for the occasional rustling of the wind passing through the ground. A series of thunderous sounds suddenly erupted, and the trees nearby began to split mysteriously from the center, their cut surfaces smooth and mirror-like, yet there was no one in sight around. The trees continued to split faster and faster, and within a short time, all the trees within several dozen zhang were left only with bare stumps. Han Li, who had been glowing faintly with a soft green light, finally emerged, drenched in sweat, his face beaming with joy. With Luo Yan's steps, her magical footwear, and the enhancement of the "Wind Mastery Technique," Han Li had now become so swift that he could temporarily escape the ordinary human eye's tracking, appearing as though he had simply vanished into thin air. According to Han Li's estimation, even with the exceptional eyesight of a cultivator and the enhancement provided by the Heavenly Eye Technique, when he fully exerted himself, he would still appear only as a faint shadow to them—capable of posing a tremendous threat, especially when they hadn't activated their protective spells. Now, Han Li merely needed to focus his mind, and instantly he could teleport to any location several zhang away. For distances of even ten or fifteen zhang, Han Li could reach his destination within just one breath or a single exhalation. Of course, this speed that surpassed the limits of his physical body could only be sustained for a brief moment; if prolonged, his entire form would eventually collapse, as his current physique found such high-speed movement quite taxing. Nevertheless, for Han Li, this short duration was sufficient to instantly defeat his opponents dozens of times—especially when employing his silk-thread-based tools, where the effect was amplified even further. Han Li kept his head lowered, gently stroking the leather boots on his feet for a while, feeling deeply that this item was truly perfectly suited to him. Even if someone offered him a talisman or a precious artifact in exchange, he would absolutely never consider it! With renewed confidence, Han Li eagerly surveyed the surroundings. Upon seeing the body of the yellow-robed woman, he sighed lightly and cast a small fire ball to create a deep pit, then simply buried her there with the most basic rites—this, he believed, was the extent of what he could do. After completing these tasks, Han Li moved swiftly, vanishing into the dense forest. Now, he had to hurry toward the central area. However, Han Li was unaware that, following the first day of intense slaughter, only seventy or so disciples from the various sects remained within the sanctuary—nearly half the number of those who had initially entered. Most of the sect's elite disciples had already arrived near the central zone, preparing to launch their second day of patient, methodical purging. All those deemed weak would be eliminated without mercy. The many-precious maiden who had already perished, as well as the mountain peak commander of Tian Qu堡 slain by Han Li, were originally also considered among the default victims. Yet now that they are gone, everything has vanished without a trace!