Soft ripples of crimson and azure light shimmered around the hall. The silver waves of sound from the bell struck the woman in front with immediate force. Undeterred, the woman remained calm, pointing at two swords hovering before her. As her fingers moved, flashes of white and black light danced, and the swords gently spun in midair, instantly generating a surge of both cold and heat that formed an eerie dual-layered light shield—white on the outside, black within, with warmth and cold harmonizing perfectly. When the silver waves struck this shield, they dissipated as if they had vanished into the sea, the shield remaining completely intact, as though unaffected. However, the crimson and azure light spells rushing in from all directions soon engulfed the woman and her shield, submerging them completely. At this moment, Nangong Wan also intervened. The "Qijue Ring" of light before her flashed once, emitting a sharp crack, then transformed into a massive flame that surged powerfully toward the center of the arena. Meanwhile, her previously still, gently lowered hand moved subtly—just once. A brief flash of deep red light passed through, then vanished instantly from her palm. If Feng Li's spiritual awareness were not exceptionally strong, he would have failed to detect Nan Gong Wan's subtle attack. A muffled gasp from a woman was heard almost simultaneously with the emergence of the shimmering light, "The诛邪刺—how did you manage to wound me with this? Your skill is truly remarkable, Sister. I always believed you had already used up this artifact, yet here you are, still holding one." The cold woman exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and indignation, as though she had unexpectedly suffered a significant setback. However, though her voice carried a hint of pain, her vital energy remained robust. Feng Li immediately realized that the injury was only minor—likely a deliberate move by Nan Gong Wan to interrupt her activation of the token. Thus, after successfully activating the hall's seal, Feng Li flipped his hand, and the dark "Thousand Peaks" appeared in his grasp. He then raised it toward the sky, swiftly casting several spells upon the mountain peak. The cold woman now enveloped in the shimmering light霞 seemed temporarily bound by this radiance, struck squarely by the fiery orb formed from the Zhu Que ring. Instantly, seven or eight serpentine flames, each as thick as her arms, coiled and bit into her, entangling and tearing her. The hall was now a sea of roaring flames! As the mountain peak swelled by five or six zhang, just as Han Li was about to activate the artifact, a soft "pffft" sound echoed from afar. A five-colored light pillar, as thick as a bowl, burst forth from the midst of the flames, sweeping away both the light霞 and the surging flames in its path with unyielding momentum. A clear, crisp sound of chimes rang through the air, and suddenly, the previously fluid light pillar froze mid-motion. A translucent, glowing red ring began to spin continuously within the pillar, yet remained firmly ensconced, unable to break free. "Stabilizing Light Mirror," Han Li narrowed his eyes, his expression serious, murmuring softly. Before this lady arrived, Nan Gong Wan naturally went over to Nan Gong's senior sister's magical artifacts in detail, so that Han Li could have a better sense of confidence when facing his opponents. Among these, the "Ning Guang Mirror" was the artifact mentioned most frequently—it was one of her senior sister's signature treasures, possessing extraordinary powers. Indeed, Han Li's original magical artifact, the "Qing Ning Mirror," obtained during the Blood-Colored Trial, was merely a simplified replica of this ancient treasure. In terms of power, it fell far short—only about one percent of the strength of the "Ning Guang Mirror." Yet even so, the "Qing Ning Mirror" was renowned among lower-tier cultivators and easily qualified as a top-tier magical item. This clearly demonstrated the immense power of the "Ning Guang Mirror." Now, the bright crimson and green sealing glows and flames had all been scattered and dispersed by the beam of light, no longer able to contain or trap the opponent. Thus, the figure of the cold woman reemerged. Within the black-and-white light dome, she was simultaneously channeling a series of hand seals and gently holding the mirror in her hand. Han Li's gaze shifted, landing on the precious mirror—already renowned even among Yuan婴-period cultivators. Though not large, it was comparable in size to Qing Ning Mirror, its entire surface dark and lustrous. The front of the mirror appeared profoundly black and gloomy, evoking a sense of depth and eerie solemnity. Yet from within, a luminous, five-colored light beam radiated outward, creating a striking contrast that seemed rather unusual. At the same time, the sealing token he had been holding vanished from his hands, and his jade-hand, which had been chanting incantations, now bore streaks of blood—clearly as if injured despite the protective barrier, which was truly astonishing. It must be the effect of the "Divine Spur of Purification"! Now that he saw Nan Gong Wan's life essence artifact being ensnared by the mirror's power, Han Li could no longer remain passive. Without a word, he pointed at the dark mountain peak. The mirror trembled slightly, then instantly vanished from its original position, reappearing directly atop the cold woman's head, pressing down with formidable force. The graceful young woman sneered, slightly tilting her "Ningguang Mirror" upward while simultaneously channeling a series of hand seals into the mirror's surface. Instantly, the luminous beam in the scene trembled subtly, then split into a finer beam that shot out with the same suddenness and precision, aimed directly at the descending black mountain peak—seeking to seal the same treasure. Having anticipated this move, Han Li could not allow it to succeed so easily. Without hesitation, he pressed two hand seals. The momentum of the black mountain peak suddenly halted, then spun smoothly, erupting vast waves of black light from its base—precisely colliding with the newly emerging beam. Initially, the black light engulfed the slender beam, and the residual glow also enveloped the cold young woman beneath. The interplay of white and black light forming a protective aura around the cold woman trembled within the surge of black radiance, causing her inner qi to become disordered and nearly scattering the beam emanating from the mirror. Her figure dimmed noticeably within the wave of black light. Her expression changed slightly, and without hesitation, she opened her mouth, expelling a concentrated stream of vital energy toward the mirror surface. The light beam directed at the black mountain instantly thickened by one-third and immediately transformed into a swirling mass of five-colored mist, gently lifting the black clouds and the small mountain, preventing them from falling. As the two masses rubbed against each other, a deep, resonant crackling sound emerged, causing a temporary stalemate. Nangong Wan was energized by this development, and with a sudden surge of intent, she urgently stimulated the trapped Zhu Que Ring. Under the sound of phoenix calls, the precious artifact swelled and contracted erratically, as though desperately striving to break free from the seal. Thus, a situation now emerged in which both parties were jointly opposing Nangong Wan's senior sister. Their techniques naturally extended beyond these actions. Upon observing this development, all three of them moved simultaneously. Han Li suddenly pulled his hand sharply toward his waist, launching a spiritual creature bag into the air. A resonant hum rose, and countless golden insects surged forth, forming a fearsome and imposing golden insect cloud. Nangong Wanze emitted a series of celestial incantations, and suddenly, at a height of several feet above her head, a vast, glowing crimson aura emerged, pulsating like a Buddhist light and gradually brightening to an extraordinary brilliance. "Cycle of Rebirth Light! Nangong sister, are you truly determined to fight to the end? Have you the courage to summon this divine power?" The cold female companion raised her precious mirror to her head, then rubbed her hands together, producing a small, jade-green, angular banner. Yet upon seeing the radiant aura forming above Nangong Wanze, her expression darkened. Though she found the golden cloud of insects released by Han Li somewhat surprising, she did not seem particularly concerned—clearly unfamiliar with these nearly mature gold-devouring spiritual insects. "If you don't wish to fight," Nangong Wanze said calmly, "then hand over the seal token that restrains the mind, and allow us to depart." "Hmph! Your tone is quite confident. Though the Cycle of Rebirth Light is powerful, do you truly believe it can hold me?" The cold woman snorted, her expression flashing with anger, then opened her mouth again, spitting out a small blade of blood-colored light. The blade was only a few inches long, yet it shone with a translucent, vivid crimson glow, radiating a brilliant blood-like luminescence. Within its core, a faint black energy pulsed and drifted slowly, an utterly strange phenomenon. As soon as the blade appeared, it trembled and hummed on its own, without waiting for the woman to activate it, and a thick wave of blood-tinged air immediately filled the entire hall. If you still disagree, the Blood Demon Sword will soon go berserk, and I won't be certain I can control its power. Should it injure my sister, don't come crying to me afterward." The cold woman spoke without hesitation, clearly confident in the Blood Demon Sword. "You needn't ask any more questions. Even if Wan'er is willing to sacrifice herself for the Yan Yue Sect, I will never agree. Give up on that idea now!" Han Li glanced at the Blood Demon Sword, speaking calmly as though it meant nothing to him. "Who exactly are you? Your cultivation and abilities seem quite impressive—you must be someone of note. Yet in my memory, I don't recall having heard of a Yuan-Pei cultivator like you. Could it be that you only recently attained Yuan-Pei stage? Wan'er—called her so tenderly. It seems my sister has remained unmarried, and perhaps that's all because of you." The cold woman's star-like eyes flashed with frost, fixing her gaze on Han Li with growing intensity.