Just as the elderly man named Mu was deeply startled, beginning to hesitate and consider retreating, Han Li gazed at the black mountain peak. Such a peculiar and astonishing treasure clearly could not have been crafted by a mere elder cultivator—it was most likely an ancient relic left behind by a high-level ancient cultivator. With its sheer power, Han Li was certain that even a late-stage Yuan Yin cultivator would be unable to withstand a direct impact from this peak. Should it strike, it would be a decisive, one-hit victory. Once he secured this artifact, he could immediately compensate for his own relatively weak offensive capabilities. Moreover, he found himself growing increasingly interested in the wind-wheel the elder was holding. Reflecting on these thoughts, Han Li turned his gaze sharply upon the elder, his expression gradually growing cold, and a sharp, lethal intent emerging in his eyes. Though they had not fought many times, he was confident he had gained a solid understanding of the elder's cultivation technique and spiritual arts. Perhaps it was simply fate—unfortunately, the elder's primary cultivation method and the spiritual techniques he employed were all of ice nature. To him, who had absorbed the Qinglan Ice Flame, this posed little threat. With so many ice spines rushing in, he had effortlessly transformed them into delicate ice blossoms, dissolving them into nothingness. This black mountain capable of instantaneous teleportation—seemed to be the opponent's most powerful artifact—but under the power of his Fenglei Wings' Lightning Technique, it proved utterly ineffective. Thus, eliminating the opponent now appeared quite feasible. With a clear plan formed in his mind, Han Li no longer hesitated. He shook the hand holding the ice blossoms. After a brief flash of blue light, the blossoms swiftly reshaped and melted, coalescing into a blue flame about the size of an egg, floating steadily in his palm, exuding a subtle strangeness. With his other hand, Han Li pointed simultaneously at the great sword and the silver bell floating in the air. Then, as a rumbling sound erupted behind him, his wings gently fluttered, and his form vanished instantly. Moments later, when he reappeared, he had drawn within a hundred paces of the elder. The great sword and the silver bell now radiated brilliant light, transforming into two radiant streams—one silver, one jade—flying swiftly toward the elder Among them, the great sword suddenly disintegrated mid-journey, reconstituting itself into hundreds of streams of jade-green sword qi, which poured down like a deluge and immediately encircled the elder, trapping him within the throng of blades. The shimmering light of the sword qi pierced relentlessly at his protective light shield. Meanwhile, the silver bell emitted one after another waves of silver sound, each wave striking the shield and causing it to tremble. Though surprised by this sequence of attacks, the elder remained calm. Besides channeling a substantial flow of spiritual energy into his head pendant to thicken his protective shield, he swiftly pressed a series of hand seals. Blue spiritual light flashed across his body, then detached and surged outward. After a brief rotation, the light condensed into four crystalline ice shields, each several feet in diameter—small, elegant, and gently rotating—offering him secure protection. With these ice shields now in place, the elder felt reassured, and immediately raised his other hand, sending a gesture toward the distant black mountain peak, which then transformed into a streak of black light and surged back. Of course, the elder also harbored a deep sense of apprehension toward Han Li's instant teleportation, his eyes flashing with keen intensity, constantly scanning left and right, ever fearful that Han Li might suddenly appear nearby to launch a surprise attack. Truly, a master of the Yuan Ying stage—his experience in combat was indeed extensive. When the roar of thunder resumed, Han Li had already materialized a dozen zhang away beside the elder, his hand raised. From his palm, a dense stream of dark green silk surged forth—precisely the sharp and potent "Qingming Needle" talisman. At such a short distance, the elder had no time to react; the countless strands of green silk pierced straight through the blue light shield and struck the four surrounding ice barriers. As the green silk touched the ice shields, a crisp sound like rain on leaves echoed, and a brilliant white glow erupted, instantly solidifying into slender, clear, crystalline ice needles that cascaded down. The elder named Mu, at first startled, then delighted, burst into laughter and, with a single breath, expelled a column of blue light straight toward Han Li, who stood mere steps away. As a result, Han Li shimmered and vanished once more. However, during this brief pause, the black mountain peak returned to hover above the elder's head, forming a dense, imposing mass. Without hesitation, the elder cast a spell upon it. Immediately, the mountain trembled slightly and emitted a broad, misty glow from its base, enveloping the elder at its center, thus enclosing hundreds of green sword beams and silver great bells simultaneously. The treasures, which had been attacking with vigor, now suddenly seemed sluggish and stiff, their power significantly diminished. The previously turbulent light shield around the elder stabilized once again. Seeing this, the elder felt greatly reassured. Then, with a single hand motion, the white light flashed, and the wind-powered carriage that had been folded away reappeared in his palm. He gently tossed it forward, and as it caught the wind, it lengthened and soon returned to its original size, settling beside him. "Ah..." The elder was startled. As he raised his hand to act, Han Li suddenly extended his arm, and with a swift motion, his palm—enveloped in dry azure flame—flicked closed like a blade, striking the elder with lightning speed. Startled, the elder felt a defensive shimmer of ice shielding floating around him, an ethereal barrier that automatically protected him. As the white light flashed, the shield materialized in front of him, and the palm struck it squarely. The elder was terrified, yet before he could utter a sound, a strange crackling sound arose. A vivid blue ice swiftly spread from where Han Li's fingers pressed, rapidly encasing him. Within just one breath and one exhalation, half of his body was covered in this eerie ice, and he watched in horror as his entire form seemed poised to be sealed in ice. Faced with such overwhelming fear, the elder desperately summoned the accumulated Yang-Flame fire from his centuries of cultivation, channeling it through his only intact head, which immediately radiated a brilliant white glow, shielding his neck and halting the advance of the ice. For a moment, he held his ground, locked in a tense standoff with the blue ice. Upon seeing this, Han Li sneered and, with his free hand, suddenly swept it forward. A surge of jade-green sword energy materialized and struck the elder's head with force. The white glow trembled, and the blue ice surged forward, gaining the upper hand, swiftly encroaching on half of the elder's head and sealing his mouth and nostrils. The Mu elder, now with only half his face visible, looked utterly defeated. Yet, a flash of fierce determination flashed across his A soft "pffft," and a Yuan-Enki figure identical in appearance to the elder floated onto the top of韩立's head. Han Li's face darkened; without hesitation, he opened his mouth and launched a golden arc straight at the Yuan-Enki. However, as soon as the elder's Yuan-Enki emerged, it showed no delay—its blue glow flared instantly, and the figure vanished completely, the golden arc striking only empty space. When Han Li focused and scanned around, the Yuan-Enki had finally appeared some hundred paces away. With no hesitation, its blue light flared once more and then faded. This time, the blue orb that had remained stationary at the original spot trembled and then likewise disappeared. When it reappeared, the orb was now cradled within the elder's Yuan-Enki. The Yuan-Enki fixed Han Li with a glare of intense resentment, then, without a word, its form flickered in and out, soon transforming into a single point of light and vanishing at the edge of the sky. After that, it no longer used teleportation, but instead took direct command of the jade orb, soaring through the air, and eventually fading completely from sight. Han Li coldly watched as the elder's Yuan-Enclosure fled, holding him steady with one hand, motionless in place. Though his Fenglei Wings technique, a form of instantaneous teleportation akin to lightning travel, allowed for swift movement, it proved ineffective against a fleeing opponent—neither could catch nor hinder the other. Thus, as long as the elder's Yuan-Enclosure wasn't struck down in a decisive blow, Han Li had no need to intervene again. Now, upon seeing the elder's Yuan-Enclosure vanish without a trace, Han Li merely lifted his hand slightly, and the elderly body, previously frozen in his grasp, instantly crumbled into fragments of shimmering blue crystal, drifting gently to the ground.