"How is that? You'd also like a share?" Han Li smiled slightly. "Among the renowned cultivators of Luan Xing Sea, even if I don't know every single one personally, I'm familiar with their appearances and voices—most of them. Yet, I haven't heard of you before. Wait—something feels familiar!" The bald man first replied coldly, but upon closely examining Han Li again, his brows furrowed, and he murmured in growing surprise. Hearing this, Han Li's pupils narrowed instantly, a sharp glint of frost flashing in his eyes. "Then, since you've said so, I shall yield the wild-bearded cultivator's estate to you. Let's go!" After a moment of indecision, the man suddenly recalled something, his expression shifting, and then unexpectedly spoke of stepping aside. The three beautiful women present stared in astonishment. As the bald man's golden aura flashed, he effortlessly swept one of the beautiful women beside him into the air, and with a surge of light, began to rise and depart. Yet at that very moment, Han Li raised his hand without any prior sign, and a streak of jade-green swordlight shot forth, flashing swiftly and striking hard upon the head of the Han official. Thus, the Golden Blossom Elder could no longer escape. Overcome with shock and fury, he roared and once again raised his golden shield, transforming it into a shimmering veil of golden light that enveloped his entire body. A thunderous "boom" followed, and a burst of golden radiance exploded in the air, so brilliant and intense that the elders closed their eyes in astonishment, staggering backward in fear and unable to meet its gaze. When the light subsided, the figure of the Golden Blossom Elder emerged, slightly unsteady, though his floating golden shield was now somewhat fragmented. Yet the graceful young woman behind him remained unharmed. He had successfully withstood Han Li's attack. "Master, what is your intention? I have already yielded this place to you—why then do you attack me?" the Golden Blossom Elder bellowed, his face flushed with anger. "What intention? Since you have recognized me, how could I possibly let you go?" Han Li's lips twitched slightly, and he let out a cold laugh. With his killing intent now fully awakened, he said little, merely palm-pressing his storage pouch at his waist. A magic staff shot forth, flickered in the air, and vanished—only to reappear suddenly hovering above the large Han's head. Han then raised both hands, chanting incantations. The staff emitted a brilliant yellow glow, expanding into a towering height of over ten zhang, and then plunged downward with tremendous force. It seemed as though a small mountain had directly crushed down upon the ground. Even before it truly landed, the surrounding space began to warp and distort, and a resonant hum echoed through the air. Han Li, now greatly advanced in cultivation, was able to harness the power of the Kunwu elders' artifacts with far greater potency than before. The Golden Flower Elder below was stunned and furious. He now realized that his opponent was no less ruthless—having immediately launched a decisive attack based solely on his own speculations, refusing to hear a single word of his defense. Moreover, the sheer power of the opponent's artifact far exceeded his expectations, and the already-damaged golden shield resting atop the large Han's head could no longer withstand this assault. At a loss, the Han emperor did not release any of his divine artifacts. Instead, he flipped his hand, and a golden scroll appeared between his fingers. With a wave of his hand and a series of strange incantations, he spun around once more, and golden mist surged forth from his body, spreading in thick waves, radiant and splendid. As the demigod's staff descended with a powerful strike, a soft "pffft" sound echoed, and the golden mist transformed into countless golden blossoms, each the size of a fist, densely packed and swirling, completely engulfing both the Han emperor and the beautiful woman. As the yellow and golden light intertwined, a thunderous roar erupted, and all the light faded, leaving behind a massive stone crater in place. The Han emperor and the beautiful woman had vanished entirely, leaving no trace. Han Li watched this scene in mild astonishment, then exhaled coldly, scanning the surroundings with his divine awareness. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slashed backward, sending a great surge of sword energy straight into the void behind him. A deep, resonant crash echoed, and a cascade of golden blossoms materialized suddenly. The bald man, arms wrapped around the graceful form of the beautiful woman, stepped forth from the void, his golden blooms swirling wildly around him—seemingly effortlessly deflecting the incoming sword energy. Han Li raised an eyebrow, focusing intently on the golden flowers, his eyes briefly widening in surprise. After all, due to his mastery of the Qingyuan Sword Technique, his cultivation level far surpassed that of ordinary Yuanjing Period cultivators. Even a casually released beam of Qingyuan sword energy carried considerable power. Yet this elderly master of golden flowers, relying solely on the potency of a single scroll, managed to effortlessly repel it—this was truly unusual. "Impossible! How could you sense my presence? Even mid-level cultivators haven't such abilities," the man exclaimed, visibly stunned. "Hmph! Your scroll shows promise, but if you expect to slip away unnoticed from my sight, you're dreaming." Han Li spoke calmly, raising his hand toward the distant magic staff, and instantly the precious artifact swayed once before rushing straight toward Jin Hua Elder. Seeing this, the tall man's expression flashed with fierce determination. He waved his golden scroll, transforming it into a cascade of golden blossoms that deflected the attack, then materializing at a slightly lower altitude nearby. Suddenly, he tossed the graceful woman aside, his face now contorted with rage, and roared loudly, "Han! I've been retreating step by step—do you really think that one mere virtual heaven cauldron will secure your victory over me? Today, I truly intend to fight you!" Then, the man struck his waist with one hand, and a surge of black energy erupted from a bag of spiritual beasts, rolling through the air before taking shape as a monstrous bird towering over a zhang in height. The bird was encircled in black energy, with emerald eyes and a bright crimson flesh crown, appearing both grotesque and formidable. As it materialized, it emitted a harsh, grating cry, glaring fiercely at Han Li, clearly showing signs of awareness. "A ghostly peafowl?" "How could you possibly be keeping such a spectral creature?" Han Li expressed his amazement with several murmured exclamations, yet his demeanor remained calm and composed. Reaching into his waistband, he emitted a series of monkey cries, followed by a streak of black light that spiraled through the air and revealed a small, sleek black monkey resting in the void. This was the Ti Huo Beast. The beast wobbled to its feet, still somewhat disoriented, but as it suddenly drew in its breath sharply, its eyes brightened and it gazed warmly at the ghostly peafowl floating above. A look of delight spread across its face. As the black light flickered, the beast surged in size, instantly transforming into a towering black giant ape, ten zhang tall, with broad jaws and sharp teeth, radiating a cold, brilliant glow. With two massive fists crashing down against its chest, it unleashed a thunderous roar that soared straight into the heavens, resembling the arrival of a divine demon. Old Jin Hua gasped, stunned! Yet the ghost crane, which had initially stormed forward with great fury, now trembled wildly in its wings, its eyes filled with profound fear, hovering helplessly above the Han warrior's head and daring not to launch a single attack. At this moment, Han Li merely gave a casual flick of his sleeve, and two golden small swords shot forth, instantly expanding into two beams of golden light each stretching a zhang in length, converging to strike the ghost crane in a crosswise slash. Simultaneously, with a gentle tap of his staff, it again flew silently toward the Han warrior. The Golden Flower Elder felt her heart sink, yet with a firm determination, she exhaled a golden small bell from her mouth, then pressed her jade storage pouch at her waist, sending two sprays of emerald light into the air—each spiraling and transforming into a green jade hook. As the emerald light flashed, one of the jade hooks passed swiftly through the Han warrior's hands, causing two fingers to fall silently, yet no drop of blood seeped from the wounds. With a subtle incantation, the Han warrior accelerated the flow of his internal technique, and the two severed fingers instantly transformed into two streams of blood light, shooting The ghost crane immediately surged with a wave of black energy, its form swelling to nearly twice its original size, reaching two zhang in height. At the same time, its green eyes lost their former clarity and instantly turned blood red. No longer afraid of the Ti-Hun beasts as before, it spread its wings and launched a surge of black energy directly toward the opposing giant ape. The two green jade hooks had transformed into two streaks of emerald light, interlacing with two golden flying swords, while the golden small bell emitted a crisp "ding" sound, sending out a wave of golden resonance that momentarily held the greatly enlarged demon-stave in place. Only then did the Golden Flower Elder feel reassured, slightly easing her breath. Yet at this moment, a faint smirk appeared on Han Li's lips, tinged with scorn. The ghost crane soared to the apex of the giant ape, then exhaled two bursts of black energy from its height. The ape merely snorted, and suddenly a deep yellow aura surged forth, spiraling and shooting out. In a flash, the light engulfed the ghost crane, wrapping it completely within. A surge of rosy light roiled violently within, and before the ghost crane could utter a cry of agony, it had transformed into a mass of black vapor, swallowed whole by the giant ape's wide mouth. The Han warrior was utterly stunned by this sight. Though he had anticipated that the ghost crane might not be able to match the giant ape, he had never expected it to fall so swiftly—unable even to withstand a single encounter, swallowed completely. This ghost bird had been cultivated using a secret technique he had stumbled upon in an occasional volume of ghost cultivation lore, and had required countless efforts and painstaking refinement to finally achieve its current state. It was said to be born with ghostly eyes capable of countering阴spirits and malevolent ghosts, and mastered the art of soul-retrieval, able to wound enemies even without physical contact. Simply having its flying blades strike a regular cultivator and then exhaling a stream of negative qi from its mouth could cause the opponent's spirit to tremble and lose half of their essence. Jin Hua Elder was deeply heartbroken at this sight! But he had not yet recovered from his shock. Suddenly, amid a burst of golden light, the two green jade hooks were violently torn to fragments by two golden flying swords and vanished in an instant. With no opponent left, the two beams of golden light cleared the path and swiftly charged toward him. The Han warrior grew uneasy, reaching for a treasure at his waist to meet the attack, only to suddenly hear a clear Buddhist chant emanating from above. A wave of cold swept over him, and he quickly raised his head. To his horror, his face turned pale. The magic staff, which had previously radiated a yellow glow, suddenly began to emit a Buddhist chant. Its entire aura transformed, radiating a seven-colored Buddhist light, and instantly grew so heavy—seeming to weigh over ten thousand pounds. The previously manageable golden sound waves now faltered, rolling and buckling under the pressure, and the staff gradually descended, coming to within just a few dozen feet of his head. "This is bad!" he exclaimed, gasping, and without hesitation, waved the golden scroll in his hand once more. Dun once again transformed into a burst of golden flowers, vanishing without a trace at the spot. Yet this time, Han Li at a distance had already flickered with a shimmer of silver light, his Fenglei Wings emerging. Following a thunderclap, he disappeared simultaneously with the giant.