Han Li glanced at the several artifacts at his side, then reached into his storage pouch and gently threw them outward. Instantly, they transformed into three streaks of red light, rushing toward a black-robed cultivator. The "Flame Chain Javelins" were a set of battle trophies Han Li had collected during the battle against the Blood Spiders—unfortunately, from one of the fallen cultivators. The set proved quite powerful and, due to its coordinated design, was easy to control, so Han Li kept it. He then pointed his hand at other artifacts, and as a result, two streaks of black light and six streaks of golden light emitted a long, resonant hum before flying off in different directions. Only then did the true power of Han Li's "Da Yan Sect" technique reveal itself—his ability to manage so many top-tier artifacts without any disorder. This left the cultivator holding a banner, who had been watching a multitude of high-level artifacts converge upon him, utterly stunned, with not even a thought of attempting to intercept them. He hurriedly threw the black banner toward the three beams of red light, aiming to use his flying vehicle to evade them. But as soon as the black banner was caught and twisted by the three beams, it instantly burst out with a surge of black light, fracturing into fragments. The three beams did not pause a moment, swiftly reaching the cultivator and striking hard against his protective shield. Alas, the mere low-level shield of a Qi-Stage cultivator could not withstand the combined force of three top-tier artifacts—its shield only held for a brief instant before emitting a crisp, shattering sound and dissolving into mist. Amid the cultivator's desperate gaze, the three beams gently circled around him, and with a sudden "pffft," the black-robed cultivator was transformed into a massive ball of fire, reduced to ashes. At the same time, the two beams of dark light and six beams of golden light that had emerged behind also flew toward the heads of the other two cultivators, effortlessly shattering their defensive artifacts and shields, and cutting them in two. At this point, the other cultivators grew panic, no longer having time to set up any grand array—saving their lives was now the top priority. Most immediately turned around and flew skyward, while some bolder or less agile ones launched their prized artifacts, hoping to stall or resist Han Li's advance. Yet Han Li showed no intention of engaging in prolonged combat; instead, he pressed forward with unwavering determination and full force. Over a dozen beams of golden, black, and crimson light surged forward, converging on any artifact they encountered, all at once. These artifacts, struck by the onslaught, were crushed like eggs, shattered into countless fragments and instantly vanished from existence. Han Li did not spare a single artifact's owner, eliminating them all with ease. At this moment, aside from the black-robed cultivators who had fled several hundred paces away, only the young Prince, gazing in sheer astonishment, and the masked attendant beside him—presumably the Grand Manager—remained still in place. This so-called "Black Wind Array" failed to unleash even a single ounce of its power, being preemptively nullified by Han Li, who had anticipated its arrival. Han Li turned his gaze toward the two princes, causing them to silently exclaim, "Unfortunate!" and immediately adopt a defensive stance. A faint black glow emanated from his body, subtly concealing his form and instantly imbuing him with a somber, eerie atmosphere. "Hmph," Han Li sneered, "all show and no substance!" Though he didn't know the specific techniques employed by the two princes, he clearly recognized a similarity to the magical prowess of the bearded man. Yet, he found it puzzling that theirs was black light instead of the blood-like glow of the man—was it due to a difference in their cultivation levels? Han Li pondered this with growing curiosity. Unaware of the mounting frustration the two princes were experiencing at that very moment, Han Li's own cultivation level and the sharpness of his artifacts far surpassed their original plans. They had seen many Jianji-period cultivators before, yet Han Li's strength as a Jianji-period cultivator was simply unmatched by the坛masters and others of similar rank within the academy. Even if faced with a single opponent, let alone two or three坛masters working together, they would hardly stand a chance against him. The near-invisible speed of his movements, the astonishing ability to simultaneously control over a dozen magical artifacts—all of these were utterly unprecedented. Now, even the Blood Servant appeared to be no sure victory! Though the Blood Servant had apparently employed some secret technique. While the two of them, though confident in their own strength far surpassing other Qi-period cultivators, were not arrogant enough to believe that their combined efforts could challenge Han Li directly. Thus, although they activated their own secret techniques, their movements did not advance—they instead carefully and slowly retreated. In contrast, the four companions from Mengshan were left utterly stunned, amazed by Han Li's extraordinary display of power. Although these individuals knew that Han Li was strong, they had no clear benchmark to compare his actual strength against. Now, having witnessed firsthand, they saw Han Li single-handedly eliminate five or six of the fellow cultivators with similar levels of cultivation, while the rest were so stunned that they fled in fear, unable to look back. Such power! Such techniques! They now had no choice but to be convinced. As Han Li took a deep breath, preparing to strike decisively and capture both the Young Prince and the Grand Steward at once, a sudden, primal roar erupted from the blood-colored light sphere on one side—filled with an indomitable, frenzied intensity. The Young Prince and the Grand Steward exchanged surprised glances. Han Li's expression grew serious, and without hesitating, he quickly reached into his storage bag, producing a compact, elegant artifact in his hands. He then immediately threw the item toward the blood-colored light sphere. To their astonishment, a small yellow clock that had slipped from Han Li's hands grew taller and taller in the wind, and within a blink of an eye, it expanded into a massive bronze bell several or five zhang high—exactly the war prize Han Li had received from the Masked Moon Sect's cultivator Xuan Le. This very artifact had once trapped the fearsome blood spider beneath it, demonstrating its formidable power. Upon a resonant "thunderous chime," the great bell precisely captured the strange, shimmering blood-colored light orb that was undergoing eerie distortions, silencing all its roaring cries. This scene sent the two young princes jumping in surprise, hastily summoning protective disc-like magical artifacts to shield themselves. A continuous series of thunderous explosions crackled and burst incessantly, leaving the princes dazed and disoriented. With so many fire balls, several even missed their defenses and struck the princes directly, scattering the protective black aura that shielded them. The young prince, now disheveled and shaken, was both startled and furious. He was well aware that such a powerful effect could only be achieved when a large number of scrolls were released simultaneously. After finally enduring the deluge of fire balls, a sudden cry of pain came from beside him, causing the prince to stiffen and swiftly turn to see. He gasped, his eyes wide with astonishment. To the observer's surprise, the slender, thin, masked figure who had stood close beside him earlier suddenly had all the black energy dissipating from his body, now weak and held in the air by Han Li's hands. Blood streamed from one side of his body, leaving only one arm intact. This sight not only startled the young prince but truly instilled in him a sense of helplessness against Han Li, prompting him to silently curse the ineffectiveness of the blood-servant. Han Li coldly glanced at the young prince and, without ceremony, tore off the mask from the masked figure—none other than the chief steward of Xin Palace. However, the once lean and composed face had now twisted into a distorted expression due to the pain of his severed arm. "It's impossible! How could you have captured him? Our protective aura is not so easily breached!" the young prince exhaled softly, yet suddenly raised both hands, launching a dozen swift streaks of dark ink toward Han Li. At that moment, a faint smile of amusement appeared on Han Li's otherwise impassive face. With a single hand motion, a dark, shield-like object materialized before him out of nowhere. The concentrated black beams aimed at it struck the shield, but aside from producing a dull thud, they made no impact whatsoever. Startled, the young prince focused his attention and realized that this "shield" was actually an enormous turtle shell—completely dark and dull, having been specially refined and imbued. At this sight, the prince's eyes sparkled with sudden insight. A surge of black light surged through him, and suddenly, he shot backward like a lightning bolt. Turning around, he prepared to flee just like the other escaping cultivators. Yet, as a key target to be captured, how could Han Li allow him to escape so easily? With a mere shift of his body, Han Li materialized directly before the prince and raised his hand, summoning a massive, several zhang-long, jade-green sword that he then struck straight at the prince without hesitation. Upon seeing this, the prince felt a quiet sense of relief and satisfaction. His protective malaise was specifically designed to taint various incantation tools, so he need not worry about this great sword harming him—instead, he could use the opportunity to shield himself and make a full escape. As this thought formed, the young prince, mid-flight, rose slightly in height, preparing to glide directly over the top of Han Li's head.