Han Li saw that the other party was determined to press on. Since he had reached the late Yuan Ying stage, the true full power of his two heavenly spiritual treasures had never fully manifested—nor did he fully understand the extent of the power of his final, fully assembled array of seventy-two Geng Jing Flying Swords. Yet he was confident that once the array was activated, even a Huashen-level cultivator would find it difficult to escape unscathed. Moreover, he now had two newly clarified relics—the Shu Xian Jades—as his decisive weapons. Though he had carefully weighed the situation several times in his mind, upon settling his expression and reflecting once more, he felt certain he could hold his own against the opponent. As the yellow hand surged toward him again, he did not retreat to use his Wind-Thunder Wings for defense, but instead raised his hand, and a brilliant golden light flashed. With a sharp "crack," the swordlight severed the hand right down the middle, and it then dissolved into fragments. Han Li's sudden counterattack left the wind-based elder cultivator momentarily stunned, his eyes narrowing slightly. To be honest, when he finally caught up and saw Han Li standing calmly in the air, neither retreating nor fleeing, it already seemed a bit strange. Thus, his initial attack had merely been a probing move. Now, however, the counterattack from Han Li immediately made him realize that this Yuan婴后期 cultivator had been pushed to his limit and was now determined to engage him in a proper battle. As the treasure materialized, a faint sneer appeared on the elder's horse-faced countenance. Since he intended to avoid any significant loss of life force, he launched a decisive, powerful strike from the outset—certainly not to engage in prolonged combat. Having previously clashed with Han Li several times during their pursuit, he now recognized the latter's formidable abilities and the extraordinary nature of his treasure, thus not daring to underestimate him. For this reason, he summoned his most prized and masterful artifact. With a further snap of his fingers and a series of sword gestures, the seventy-two flying swords instantly shimmered and transformed into hundreds of identical sword beams. As these beams gently swayed, they immediately bloomed into cascades of golden mist, while a resonant chorus of sword chimes erupted, creating an astonishingly powerful display. Upon seeing Han Li unleash so many flying swords, the elderly wind spirit was momentarily stunned, yet soon a subtle smile of contempt crept onto his lips. "No matter how many flying swords you summon, can they ever match the number of my flying daggers? Allow me to demonstrate the true power of my 'Ten-Thousand-Blade Array'!" Han Li's eyes flashed, and he immediately turned his gaze toward the distant hexagonal jade disk. Suddenly, the characters inscribed on the disk flickered and surged forth a column of bluish light, which then dispersed into countless streaks of blue radiance. Each streak flashed a few times before instantly solidifying into a series of short, brilliant blue flying daggers. As the blue light continued to spurt from the disk without pause, within moments, a dense, towering array of daggers floated like a mountain of blades above the elder's head. Everyone would be terrified upon seeing this! While Han Li himself wasn't trembling, his face had turned pale. Indeed, the Thousand-Blade Disc lived up to its name—though the number of flying blades wasn't quite ten thousand, there were certainly over three thousand, more than sufficient. At that moment, the Wind Old Man swept his sleeve forward and uttered a single character: "Cut!" Instantly, all the blue blades flashed brilliantly, transforming into streaks of blue light that surged directly toward Han Li. With so many blades converging, the sky was densely covered in blade glimmers, creating the impression of a towering blue mountain of blades advancing straight toward him. Han Li's sword light above his head, though impressive in its own right, seemed insignificant in comparison—like a minor player facing a grand champion. "Excellent!" Han Li took a deep breath, his expression instantly calm. He roared aloud, yet instead of activating his sword light to meet the onslaught, he raised his hand and launched a cluster of emerald-green light, within which a green wooden ruler seemed subtly enclosed. It was precisely the Eight-Spirit Ruler's spiritual treasure! As soon as it was drawn forth, the staff began to dance on its own, and a silver lotus shadow emerged from its surface, growing larger and larger under the surge of magical power, glowing brilliantly, as if solid. In moments, the silver lotus swelled to over ten zhang in height, completely shielding Han Li behind it. "The Eight-Spirit Ruler's staff! You're the young man from Kunwu Mountain named Han!" The elder with a horse-like face, upon seeing the lotus, gasped in surprise, instantly recognizing the Eight-Spirit Ruler's staff. At the same time, the blue mountain of blades, when it reached the space above the giant lotus, paused momentarily and did not immediately press down. "Do you know me, Wind Brother?" Han Li furrowed his brows, yet asked calmly. "I don't personally know you, but the old man mentioned you once. He said you're acquainted with the Ling Realm's Linglong fairy, isn't that right?" The elder with the horse-like face blinked rapidly, clearly deep in thought. "We're not particularly close, but I do recognize you. By the way, the old "As soon as the other mentioned the two of them, a strange expression appeared on Han Li's face, prompting him to ask a question. 'Hmph. Besides Xiang the Old Ghost, who else could it be? Regardless of what happened with Xiang, I'd like to ask you—before Linglong the Fairy returned to the Immortal Realm, did she mention anything about spatial nodes to you? Did she leave you any special shortcuts?' The elder with the broad face took a deep breath and asked it so earnestly. 'What do you mean? Didn't Linglong already give Xiang and the Bear Master of the Hundred Beast Valley several pieces of advice? As a close acquaintance of Xiang, Feng should surely be aware of all that.' Han Li was startled inside, yet he maintained his composure on the surface. 'What do you mean? Why act so ignorant? I specifically inquired into the situation at the time. Linglong clearly had a close relationship with you. I simply don't believe she wouldn't have left you something special or a backup plan before returning to the Immortal Realm. As long as you hand over the things she left you, I will overlook all the previous matters.'" The horse-faced elder, however, didn't believe it at all—instead, he spoke coldly and with a grim demeanor. "Your tone is truly bold. Even if I myself truly possess this item, wouldn't you agree, Wind Brother, that with merely a single 'Ten-Thousand-Blade Disk,' you could possibly lay claim to me?" Han Li refused outright, without the slightest hesitation. He wasn't a three-year-old child—such easy flattery was far from convincing. Should he finally acknowledge this matter, even if he escaped this immediate peril, he would surely face endless troubles from the other several Immortal-Stage elders in the future. Upon hearing Han Li's words, the horse-faced elder's eyes flashed with fierce intensity, and he immediately pressed both palms together, forming a seal, as if ready to once again summon the Mountain of Blades. Han Li felt his heart tighten and, in response, activated his own spiritual awareness, causing the massive silver lotus to slowly rotate. As the battle seemed poised to erupt, a serene voice simultaneously resonated in both Wind Elder's and Han Li's ears: "Wind Brother, Han Brother—please hold off on your actions." Hearing these words, which sounded familiar, Han Li was momentarily startled, The elder with a horse-like face, whose hands had been chanting, also paused, his face revealing surprise. Yet suddenly he turned his head toward the horizon, humming softly, and emitted a calm, resonant voice: "Hmph, Old Xiang, you've come just in time." "Heh, I was actually passing through a neighboring prefecture by chance. Upon receiving your flying sword message, I naturally followed the trail you left behind. But I never expected that Wind Brother would be targeting Brother Han—this indeed presents a dilemma for me." With a hearty laugh, a flash of golden light appeared on the horizon, and a streak of brilliant wind surged forth, swiftly arriving between the two figures. As the light faded, an elderly man emerged—his face weathered, with small, bright eyes that gave off a smooth, gentle radiance—now smiling warmly. This was none other than Xiang Zhi-li, the elder whom Han had already met several times. "Senior Xiang!" Han Li sighed lightly and bowed slightly with both hands. "When I spent several years in Huangfeng Valley in Tiannan, it was quite natural to call me 'Senior Brother.' But, Master Xiang—indeed, I never expected that a young cultivator at the Qi Stage back then would have grown so accomplished. It seems I underestimated him back then. In fact, when we first met at Kunwu Mountain, I had intended to have a thorough conversation with Master Han. Yet things didn't unfold as planned, and we ended up barely exchanging more than a few words." Master Xiang spoke to Han Li with a warm, amiable demeanor. "I never expected to see Master Xiang again!" Han Li chuckled slightly. "Wind Friend, on behalf of my own good will, if there's no deep grudge between you and Master Han, might I suggest that you overlook this small misunderstanding? After all, it's merely a matter of a distant descendant of your lineage being mistakenly killed—there's no need for a full-scale confrontation with Master Han." Your Wànjiàn Pán, though a replicated spiritual treasure, still falls far short when compared to true transcendental spiritual treasures." After greeting Han Li, Xiang Zhi-li immediately turned to the Wind Elder, offering a gentle smile. "Hmph! A mere Yuan-ying cultivator, even with a transcendental spiritual treasure, can only unleash its second-tier power—can he truly harm me?" The Wind Elder sneered with disdain. "Indeed, if Han弟 possessed only one spiritual treasure, he would naturally be at a disadvantage against Brother Feng. But what if he held two transcendental spiritual treasures and several replicated ones?" Xiang Zhi-li said, shaking his head with a composed air. This remark caused the Wind Elder's expression to shift noticeably!