"You are Han Li, the one who personally saved 'Dai'er.' Whatsoever your requests, please state them plainly—old sir will do his utmost to fulfill them." The man in purple robes greeted Han Li warmly as soon as he saw him. At this moment, he stood at the entrance of the camp, accompanied by Dai'er and several of his bodyguards, preparing to set off on their journey. The young girl clutched the man's robe tightly with one small hand, her clear eyes fixed intently on Han Li. Though she had not spoken a word yet, her face had been bright with joy since she first laid eyes on him. "I have no specific requests. Saving my granddaughter was merely a matter of convenience," Han Li replied calmly to the man in purple robes. "Hehe, Zhao is no man who forgets kindness. Allow me to share— I've heard you practice the 'Jingang Decision' cultivation technique and have reached the third stage. My friend's ancestors once practiced this very technique and attained an astonishing sixth stage." "I still have an item from him from back then. You may take this with you and go directly to his descendants. I'm sure he will share with you some valuable insights on the practice of the Kshudra Dharma, which will prove useful to you." The man in purple robes smiled warmly, pulling out a seemingly ordinary short sword from his robes and handing it to Han Li. With a slight movement of his lips, he whispered a few more words directly into Han Li's ear, naming a location and a person. Upon hearing that the sword was related to the practice of the Kshudra Dharma, Han Li hesitated briefly before accepting it. After this, the Zhao City Governor, after bidding farewell to Fang Fu, the Qin man, and the others who had accompanied them, took the young girl and mounted a large wolf standing beside them. However, at that moment, the wolf, which had appeared remarkably calm, suddenly lifted its head and leapt several feet into the air, as if startled by something. The man in purple robes was taken aback, but with a faint flash of dark light along his legs, he firmly pressed against the wolf's flanks, and soon after, the great beast settled down with a deep, resonant This scene surprised others, though no one truly pondered it. It was no uncommon occurrence for the wild wolves to rage uncontrollably. Indeed, everyone praised the city magistrate highly for being able to calmly subdue such a furious beast with nothing but his legs. Only Han Li, at the very moment when the black glow spread across the purple-robed magistrate's legs, briefly frowned—then the expression faded away. As the magistrate's figure gradually receded into the distance, the others began to disperse on their own. Han Li remained in place, silent for a while, gazing after the departing magistrate and his entourage, his face shifting between somber and uncertain. "This seems promising—indeed, the corpse's aura is genuine. Why take the young girl away...? Well, just a mere puppet. Perhaps I should give her one more chance." Recalling the girl's persistent, affectionate clinging to him back then, Han Li sighed softly and turned, suddenly making his way toward the camp. Yet not long after, he vanished among the rows of wooden huts. Not long after the purple-robed man and the Suon wolf had left the camp, he immediately launched into a full sprint. Though his subordinates found this unusual, they didn't hesitate and followed closely. These were all body-builders under the city magistrate Zhao, while the elderly housekeeper and several maids, due to mobility issues, remained behind at the camp. Others were stunned and just as they reached to assist, two sharp bone spears erupted from the ground at another spot, piercing through two knights in a flash and instantly killing them. As for the last one, he had only just turned his massive wolf around to flee when three dark serpent heads suddenly clamped onto various parts of his body, snapping him into three pieces. Then the ground trembled, and two serpent spirits and one enormous sand worm burst upward from beneath. At this moment, the robed man finally turned his head slowly, glanced calmly at everything behind him, and instructed, "Clean up everything—don't leave anything too valuable." Then, lifting one leg, he stepped down from the giant wolf, holding the young girl, and coldly surveyed the wolf. Suddenly, he gave a firm clap on its back. "Crack!" The wolf fell lifeless to the ground, its head splintering like a watermelon into a thousand fragments. "A dull beast! Hmph—almost gave me away," the man muttered, his voice stern. It was strange. Though the battle from the moment the demonic beasts launched their attacks until the Han soldiers had fallen and their steeds were slain had been exceptionally bloody, the young girl cradled in Han's arms remained calm and composed, as if untouched by the chaos—far beyond what one would expect from a child. The demonic beasts, with their frenzied chewing, had completely devoured the fallen knights and the remaining wolf-beasts, as though these individuals had never existed at all. Seeing this, Zhao Cheng nodded in satisfaction. Yet, suddenly lifting his hand, a surge of black mist rolled up and swiftly coalesced into a short spear, about three or four feet long. With a flash of dark light, the spear shot out toward an empty area far away, piercing the air with a sharp crack and driving straight into the ground. "Crack!" A golden fist materialized out of nowhere, striking the spear with such force that it shattered and vanished. Then, a gentle shimmer of gold, and a young man stepped forward slowly. It was Han Li! I couldn't quite figure out how he managed to keep pace with the wolf-beast for a hundred li, yet remain so skillfully concealed right under the eyes of the Han and others. "Kill him!" the man in purple robes narrowed his eyes, issuing a cold command. Instantly, both the serpent spirit atop the mound and the massive sand worm launched themselves toward Han Li. The human-headed serpent, recognizing Han Li as the one who had disrupted its attack on the caravan the previous day, roared softly and launched two bone spears before the others even moved. Meanwhile, the three-headed monstrous serpent crossed its heads and leapt into the air. As for the enormous sand worm, it opened its mouth and expelled a strange green liquid that surged toward Han Li. "No!" the young girl gasped, her voice trembling, as her composed expression momentarily vanished. In contrast, the man in purple robes remained utterly impassive, showing no reaction at all. Despite being under attack, Han Li smiled coldly, clenched his fists, and delivered a direct blow to the two bone spears that had reached his front. With a solid "thud-thud," the spears failed to pierce his golden fists; instead, they shattered under the force of the impact, fracturing inch by inch from their tips and turning into fine dust that drifted away. A surge of green liquid instantly reached his head. Without hesitation, Han Li shook his shoulders slightly, his form blurring momentarily, and glided smoothly several zhang away, leaving a trail of lingering shadows. The green liquid splashed empty, landing on the ground. A thick layer of white foam quickly rose, emitting a strong, foul odor, as if possessing intense corrosive power. At that moment, the three black snake heads, taking advantage of the green liquid's shielding effect, surged forward with sudden, unexpected speed and bit down. Han Li seemed unable to evade in time, and with a series of "pffft" sounds, he was simultaneously bitten on both shoulders and at his neck. Another serpent spirit and the colossal sandworm instantly cheered, launching themselves skyward. Han Li's face darkened, and with a piercing, icy exhalation, he moved his hands—unexpectedly seizing the serpent's head at his neck. A flash of blood light split the head in two. The remaining two serpent heads, writhing in agony, now bit furiously at Han Li's shoulders. Yet with a mere flick of his palms, radiating golden light, the other two heads rolled down and fell. At the peak of the fourth layer of the Indestructible Body Technique, his palms became as sharp and decisive as divine weapons. Han Li did not pause, twisting his body in an odd manner and instantly manifesting several phantom figures, advancing toward the two aerial spirits. Roaring and shrieking simultaneously, the battle grew intense—yet upon Han Li's loud cry, a sudden deluge of blood cascaded from the sky. "Unwise!" Han Li's calm voice echoed through the downpour. With a soft "thud," his figure materialized ten or more zhang away, standing straight with hands behind his back. At that moment, several fragments of the demonic corpses plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the sandy ground and staining the nearby soil with thick pools of demonic blood. Having just engaged in combat, Han Li had, through his divine strength and the fourth layer of the Jade Firmness Technique, successfully slain three demons. "Who are you? You've merely borrowed a corpse to deceive us all—how bold of you!" Han Li slowly turned his gaze toward the purple-robed man atop the mound, his voice icy and piercing, as a surge of deadly aura radiated from him, forming a visible layer of gray-white mist behind him, as though a tangible substance had emerged. The lingering demonic aura that Han Li had once refined and absorbed through the Ming Wang Technique had now naturally surged forth. Should this be an ordinary opponent, the mere presence of this aura would likely cause them to feel shivers throughout their bodies before even engaging in combat, thus significantly diminishing their combat effectiveness. The tall man in purple robes had remained silently in place the entire time, even as the three demons were instantly slain. His expression remained calm and unflinching. However, upon sensing the intense aura of death that韩立had radiated, his face subtly shifted, and a faint expression of surprise appeared. "When the Diamond Resolution reaches its fourth stage, one can move as swiftly as the wind—thus, keeping pace with mere war beasts is no surprise. But to use only variations in light and surroundings, requiring no magical effort, to completely conceal one's presence—this is indeed an intriguing technique. What strikes me most, however, is the aura of death emanating from you. Ordinary body-builders simply cannot possess such a strong and profound aura. Who exactly are you? Surely, you have some background or significance!" The man suddenly spoke, his voice emotionless and steady. You were not the one who took your own life; it was me who had to act personally." Saying this, Han Li emitted a flash of golden light and strode steadily toward the mound.