"Han's younger brother truly stands out—how quickly he identified the flaw? What exactly is the weakness?" Liu Jing praised, smiling slightly. Suddenly, Han Li extended the crystal sphere in his hands. "Master, use this purple-light sphere to gaze in that direction, and you'll immediately see it." With a finger, Han pointed toward the spot where he had previously been observing. Liu Jing, intrigued, took the artifact and carefully examined it through the crystal. As he looked, Han's expression grew surprised. After a moment, he returned the sphere to Han Li and lowered his head, murmuring thoughtfully. A few moments later, he raised his head again and addressed the others, who were anxiously waiting. "Han's younger brother is correct—the灵气 fluctuation in this direction differs significantly from the rest, appearing notably thinner. It seems the opposing party, having hastily arranged their formation, has revealed a subtle flaw that should not have been there." As he spoke, Liu Jing's voice grew stronger, clearly filled with confidence. "That's what Brother Liu means..." said the elder sister of Chen Qiaoqian, unable to hold back her question. "Concentrate all the magical artifacts and strike simultaneously at this vulnerable point. I believe we can break through the array without expending much magical energy." Liu Jing spoke with confidence. "Then let's act right away!" Upon hearing this, Song Meng raised her hand impatiently, releasing the "Blue Silk Sword," which then spiraled above her head. Everyone else, upon hearing Liu Jing's words, also showed eager expressions. Seeing this, Liu Jing decided to move forward immediately and said, "Excellent! Let's go now. We must break this array and show the others what we're made of." As soon as these words were spoken, several dozen magical artifacts emitted brilliant light and launched themselves from their owners, rushing directly toward the weak point. ...Meanwhile, the ice demon standing outside, directing the monks to form various encircling formations, felt just as anxious. Since the Master of Hei Sha Sect required the Four Blood Servants to remain on high alert within the palace recently, each shift should ideally consist of two servants. However, Ye She—originally supposed to share duty with him at the gate—has been boasting of his recent major achievement and citing his imminent transition into the foundational mid-stage, thus quietly making his way to the Blood Prison to train. To avoid offending this rising star among the Four Blood Servants, he has simply allowed the matter to go unchallenged. Yet this brief oversight has now left him facing a multitude of strong adversaries, with only himself stationed at the main gate. Fortunately, he has also proven quite resourceful. First, he deployed the "Four Directions Array" to encircle the incoming foes, then promptly dispatched messengers to summon the other three servants—one to the Blood Prison and one to the rear hall. He knows well that the current group of Qi-level disciples cannot possibly hold their own against such a large force. Nevertheless, with the Four Directions Array now trapping several of the attackers within, it should at least buy him some valuable time. As long as there's a bit of time buffer, I'm certain the other three colleagues will arrive promptly. With the four Blood Servants uniting, the Ice Demon will no longer fear anyone. Just then, he was pondering this, a deep rumbling sound erupted from within the Si-Fang Array. As the sound grew, the white mist swirling throughout the array surged violently, as if the array itself were about to collapse and expel its occupants. "What on earth is happening? The Si-Fang Array shouldn't be failing so quickly—there must be some issue!" The Ice Demon, whose pale complexion had been concealed beneath his cold aura, now turned ashen. "Ice Lord, the enemy's assault was unexpectedly swift. Several disciples specifically responsible for maintaining the array have already fallen. Consequently, the current personnel managing the Si-Fang Array are stretched thin, and it's likely that the enemy has detected our vulnerability." A black-scarred disciple nearby carefully explained. Upon hearing this, the Ice Demon was deeply startled and furious, about to open his mouth to deliver a sharp reprimand when a calm voice echoed from behind him. "The Ice Demon, what's going on? It's even activated the Four-Element Array—seems it can't contain the intruder anymore." Upon hearing this, the Ice Demon immediately felt relieved. "Qingwen, you've finally arrived! That's wonderful!" Her voice carried unmistakable joy, and she quickly turned to look back. After clearly assessing the level of cultivation and the number of the attackers, Qingwen's expression slightly darkened, while Iron Luo was utterly astonished. "Ha! You rogue cultivators—do you really think that a mere array-breaking technique can hold us back from Huang Feng Valley? You're simply deluded!" Song Meng, upon realizing he had once again appeared before the Cold Palace, couldn't help but shout excitedly. "Huang Feng Valley?" Qingwen and the others were slightly surprised, but upon reflection, found it entirely reasonable. Aside from the Seven Great Sects, who else could deploy so many Foundation Stage cultivators so swiftly across Yue State? "Why have you chosen to break into the palace at night? Surely you're not afraid of violating the established regulations?" Qingwen didn't wait for Liu Jing or the others to respond; he calmly questioned them. Deeply familiar with the Seven Sects' protocols, he hoped to instill some sense of caution in Liu Jing and his companions. Liu Jing gave a cold snort, still hesitating to speak, when a sudden exclamation rang out from the other side. "It's you! You're not from Qianzhu Sect, are you? How come you're now The bald man, Iron Luo, spotted Han Li standing at the back of the crowd upon a single glance, and was instantly astonished, asking him in a loud voice filled with suspicion. This remark caused everyone—both allies and enemies—to pause, their attention instantly sharpening on Han Li. Only then did the green-robe Taoist clearly see Han Li's face, his expression briefly tightening, his eyes revealing disbelief. "When did I ever say I was from the Qianzhu Sect!" Han Li coldly glanced at the bald man, then turned his gaze directly to the green-robe Taoist. It was truly unexpected that this former associate of the Tai Nan Association—whom he had once warmly invited to join him—should be here. In fact, this very presence resolved all the lingering doubts Han Li had about the former's persistent efforts to recruit junior cultivators, and his sudden, unexplained pursuit and assassination by the yellow-robed figure. Now, fully enlightened, Han Li was furious, and harbored a strong intent to kill the green-robe Taoist. "Nonsense! Without the Thousand Bamboo Sect and others, how could they have mastered puppetry?" The bald man persisted with his questioning. "Do you really need to know what internal cultivation technique my younger brother, Han, has mastered? Let's act now—these people are deliberately delaying us. They won't get their way!" Liu Jing's expression darkened, and he suddenly spoke with sharp intensity. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a sheet of silver light surged directly toward the ice demon at the forefront. Only then did the people from Huang Feng Valley finally catch on, silently cursing the opponents' cunning, and promptly cast their own artifacts with equal vigor, drawing the battle into full-scale chaos. Han had already focused on the Qingwen Daoist, so as soon as the fight began, he formed a flanking attack together with the Wang elder brother of Chen Qiao, surrounding the target. Without a word, Han struck his storage pouch on his waist. Instantly, a dozen brilliant beams of gold, black, and crimson light erupted skyward, swirling briefly above his head before converging into a steady, resonant roar and charging straight toward their target. Han Li said hardly a word, showing no intention to chat or catch up. Upon seeing Han Li's impressive display of power, both Qingwen and the senior master on the other side instantly grew pale. The senior master was filled with surprise, silently marveling at how truly renowned Han Li was—indeed, a master who had defeated numerous Junji-level cultivators, and clearly making a lasting impact. As for the Daoist Qingwen, his expression was serious, and a subtle layer of green qi seemed to emanate from him. Recognizing Han Li's decisive action and sensing that Han Li had already decided to strike him down, Qingwen certainly would not remain passive. Thus, he said nothing at all, and suddenly extended his hand just as the magical artifacts were about to reach him. Five round, jade-green incantation orbs shot out from his hand and instantly floated around, forming a five-pointed shape. Then, a flash of green light, and a hazy green glow enveloped Qingwen. A five-pointed prism shield materialized in mid-air, completely enclosing and shielding the Daoist within. A dazzling array of lights erupted, as Han Li's "Golden Fly Mother-Son Blade," "Ox-Drain," and "Flame Linked Forks" simultaneously struck the blue prism, emitting a brilliant glow—yet the strange protective shield remained undamaged. "Han Li, my Seawood True Shield can only be breached by cultivators at the Jiandan stage; even at the Juzhi stage, it suffers no harm. You may as well give up now!" Qing Wen suddenly smiled warmly, as if she were very familiar with Han Li.