Han Li just as soon took command of the seven golden blades and the silver sword, and with this single massive sword artifact, the Han warrior immediately pressed all the golden blades firmly. The defensive network formed by the seven golden glimmers collapsed under the powerful impact of the silver great sword, unable to contain it at all. Instead, under the relentless assault of the silver swordlight, the brightness on the golden blades rapidly dimmed—clear signs of their imminent collapse. It seemed only a matter of time before these blades met the same fate as the young girl’s silk scarf. Yet Han Li, who had already witnessed the silver sword’s prowess, was not surprised at all. His "Golden Fleece Mother-Child Blades," though powerful, were merely average among top-tier artifacts, and thus falling short against the silver sword was entirely expected. So, Han Li simply pointed his hand toward the swirling battlefield, intending to separate two of the entangled golden blades and launch them toward the Han warrior to test his defensive capabilities and see if there was any opening to exploit. After all, once a person has passed away, no matter how powerful the artifact may be, what good would it do? Under Han Li's control, two beams of golden light had just turned around, aiming to fly toward the barefoot man. Yet suddenly, the man's massive sword flashed with a brilliant silver glow, rapidly spinning around its hilt, and in an instant transformed into a vast silver disc. From the center of this disc, countless threads of suction radiated out, making every golden blade near it feel as though burdened by a thousand pounds, completely unable to move—let alone the two blades attempting to escape. Han Li was left stunned, gaping in disbelief. When he regained his composure and turned to look at the man across from him, he found that the man was now pressing a strange hand seal, swiftly gesturing with both hands as if they were turning in a wheel. Without hesitation, Han Li quickly tapped his storage bag, summoning a blue flying dagger and a golden flying cymbal from within. The two items barely paused at his side before darting straight toward the man. Though the barefoot man of the Giant Sword Sect was busy with his own actions, he clearly observed every move Han Li made. He sneered, then suddenly changed the hand seal, lifting his hand to gently tap the incoming flying dagger and golden basin across the distance. Instantly, Han Li sensed the connection between the two artifacts he had been controlling break. With a "whoosh" and "whoosh," the two upper-tier artifacts, separated by nearly seven or eight zhang, were suddenly drawn into the now-silver platter by the massive sword and forcibly absorbed into its center. As the two upper-tier artifacts entered the platter, they were immediately stirred by the swift rotation of the silver sword, plunging them into a vortex. Within moments, they shattered like fireworks, their bones and fragments dispersing into a breathtaking shower of sparkling meteor-like debris. Han Li now feels a dryness in his mouth. He never expected the opponent's technique and silver sword to be so remarkable—not only had the "Golden Fly Mother-Son Blades" been trapped, but even as soon as the two upper-tier artifacts were deployed, they failed to exert any effect at all, being completely destroyed. This truly sends him into a state of shock. Han Li, moved to profound sorrow, no longer hesitated. With a swift motion of his right hand, the small mirror he had received from the Many-Storeyed Maiden appeared in his palm. He rapidly infused spiritual energy into the mirror and then directed it toward the air. Instantly, a shimmering, jade-like glow erupted from the mirror's surface, instantly transforming the silver disc formed by the great silver sword back into its original circular shape of a sword. The sword and the remaining golden blades were then firmly ensnared within the jade light, suspended motionless in midair. By the way he sounded, it seemed as though possessing this top-tier artifact would bring him some serious trouble, so he paused momentarily, eager to hear what the other had to say. "What do you mean? That woman wasn't killed by me—she was actually taken from the one who killed her, named Feng Yue! Then what's wrong?" Han Li frowned, his face looking rather displeased. "Haha, your explanations are best delivered to the grandmother of the Masked Moon Twin Beauties!" the barefoot man chuckled coldly, mocking him. "Will a结丹-stage cultivator, a senior monk of the Masked Moon Sect, really listen to your explanation, a mere Qi-stage disciple?" Han Li's heart suddenly sank. He realized that if the other's claims were true, then the matter would indeed be impossible to clarify. He had no solid evidence to prove that he hadn't killed the woman, and yet the vengeful woman's artifact now rested in his hands. In that case, the senior monk of the Masked Moon Sect would surely not let him off easily. "Now things are truly complicated!" Just thinking about having a Ji Dan-stage master constantly watching his back, Han Li found his mouth bitter, so deeply depressed that he almost wanted to choke on blood. Honestly, he was utterly unjust! Not only had he not been the one responsible for the death, but he had even killed Feng Yue—effectively avenging himself against that cruel young woman. Yet now he was being pursued by a Ji Dan-stage cultivator, and there was simply no way to make a reasonable case. After all, the other party had merely crushed one of his Qi-stage disciples, no different from crushing an ant—how could they possibly take the time to listen to his explanations? And his own sect, Huang Feng Valley, would likely not want to risk offending the senior monks of Yan Yue Sect over such a minor figure as himself. The more Han Li thought about it, the more bleak his future seemed—the consequences were truly dire. Could it really be that after emerging from the sacred realm, he would have to immediately pack up and flee, going into hiding abroad, living under a new name? Han Li genuinely didn't know what to do. Han clearly saw the somber expression on Han Li's face and could not help but laugh heartily at his misfortune. As the barefoot man's laughter grew louder and Han Li's demeanor grew more gloomy, a timid voice came from one side. "We could just keep it a secret and not tell anyone, couldn't we?" The green-robed girl, who had heard clearly, hesitated and added this sentence. "A secret?" Both Han and the Han were taken aback, exchanged a look of surprise, and then immediately fell silent. The girl's next words were instantly silenced by the unusual atmosphere between them, and she simply stared at her black eyes, blinking rapidly, unable to speak. In the silence, Han Li suddenly turned and walked slowly back and forth with his hands behind his back, moving deliberately and rhythmically. Meanwhile, the Han man fixed his gaze on every movement of Han Li, his expression solemn and composed. This quiet stillness, which gradually quickened the pulse, was still broken after a cup of tea by the earnest barefoot man who spoke with solemnity. "Truly unforeseen—we've both been reminded by a mere young girl! It seems the saying 'those involved often fail to see the obvious, while outsiders do' is indeed true. Now, I take it you intend to kill me and eliminate me?" "Precisely. If there were any other option, I would not have wished to take your life. Your skill in wielding the sword is truly extraordinary and masterful. I have always held it in high regard." Han Li sighed, finally halting his steps and facing the man with a sense of resignation. "Then even a solemn oath from you won't suffice?" The man remained silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes flashed with intensity, speaking with firm determination. "Exactly. I only trust the dead—not the living—to keep secrets." Han Li's expression darkened, and he responded with a voice cold and piercing. "Very well. Then, without further ado, let us settle this here, one-on-one, to the death!" The barefoot man arched his eyebrows, his demeanor suddenly filled with boldness, and said, "A decisive battle of life and death? No—rather, I'd say you're dead already!" Hearing the large man's words, Han Li smiled strangely, shook his head slightly, and said softly. "Pish! You think merely containing me with your Silver Glow Sword secures your victory? You haven't even seen a fraction of the techniques I possess!" Upon hearing this, the large man grew furious, immediately launching into a torrent of curses. He raised his arm, and suddenly, a shimmering silver light appeared, forming sword-like brilliance identical to that of the silver sword floating above. "You haven't noticed yet," Han Li said, gazing at the large man with an unusual expression, "that the distance between us has already shrunk to ten zhang!" His figure then blurred slightly, and he vanished into the air. "As long as someone remains within ten zhang of me and hasn't employed any protective techniques, their life or death is essentially at my discretion." Han Li's voice still echoed in the void, and only as he suddenly materialized right behind the startled Han, pressing close to his back, did the final word emerge from his lips. "And you—now you are dead!" Han Li slowly drew back the silk thread he had just waved, murmuring softly. The Han stood motionless, staring ahead with a stunned expression. Suddenly, a fine red line appeared on his neck, and then his head rolled smoothly off, landing neatly at his side—dying with complete finality. Han Li turned to gaze at the body, now separated head from torso, a fleeting touch of compassion passing through his eyes. This man's strength was certainly no match for that of Fei Yue, yet he had still overlooked the danger, allowing Han to close in so closely. His death was far from unjust. "Do you intend to kill me to eliminate me?" Han Li suddenly heard a faint, hesitant voice, one filled with suspicion, apprehension, and fear.