The golden blade flashed downward, sending a streak of light over ten zhang straight toward the blood sword, while the other jade ring, of emerald green, emitted a clear chime before transforming into a vast, misty phantom. "You won't get away with it!" a Lóng family cultivator exclaimed, raising his hand and striking a white jade pendant at his waist. The pendant surged upward in a beam of white light, spinning in the air before solidifying into a translucent, shimmering veil that enveloped the blood sword. The blade's light and the phantom's form struck the veil simultaneously, producing two thunderous impacts. Under the intense vibration, countless characters floated upward from the veil, yet it held firm, absorbing the blows of both treasures without breaking. The young woman's expression shifted slightly. Without a word, she raised her hand, casting a seal with the golden short blade, while murmuring incantations. The short blade glowed brightly once more, charging straight toward the white veil. This strike appeared light and effortless, as though it carried little force; yet suddenly, a colossal blade of light—over a hundred zhang in length—emerged above the luminous shield, sweeping down like a heavenly blade. Before it had fully descended, the surrounding air vibrated intensely, emitting a sharp, resonant hum. Anyone could see that once this blade made solid contact, no matter how miraculous the white shield might be, it would utterly withstand the impact. At that moment, another Luo family cultivator emitted a cold exhalation, then suddenly tore his long robe off, revealing a horrifyingly pale form. On this seemingly ordinary half-body, seven or eight crimson ghost heads, each the size of a clenched fist, were simultaneously biting into various parts of his upper torso, gently pulsing and quivering. The cultivator let out a piercing cry, and at once, three of the ghost heads on his body loosened their grip and vanished into thin air. Immediately above the white shield, three clusters of negative qi burst forth. Amidst a blackness as deep and rich as ink, three red-haired, crimson ghostly figures, each towering five to six zhang in height, emerged in a most strange manner. The three spirits gazed upward at the immense blade light floating above. Suddenly, two of them rolled over and transformed into two long, crimson swords, which were then seized by the central ghost. As the shadowy aura spun rapidly, it flowed into the body of the central ghost and into the two great swords. Immediately, the central ghost unleashed a thunderous, piercing roar, its form swelling seven to eight times in size, growing into a towering figure of over thirty zhang. With a sword of similar magnified scale, it then charged straight at the celestial blade light and delivered a powerful, intersecting slash. The crimson and golden light interwove and flashed, producing a sound like the earth splitting and the heavens collapsing! The descending blade light was halted and firmly blocked by the two swords, each over ten zhang in length. After a slight tremor, the blade light dissolved completely. Meanwhile, the two ghost swords and the two massive arms of the central ghost that held them shattered silently, piece by piece, transforming into swirling crimson mist that remained dispersed and coales At that moment, a phantom spiraled and plunged straight down, striking the demon. The red-haired demon in the center remained utterly calm. As the red mist before him rolled, it once again manifested ghost arms and two massive swords, as if it had always been unharmed. The phantom's attack was easily deflected by the two great swords and sent flying. From afar, the young girl grew pale. With a determined breath, she shook her sleeve, launching three luminous orbs—yellow, red, and white—each the size of a clenched fist. They spiraled through the air, and then the three rare treasures—the flute, the zither, and the pipa—emerged, standing side by side. With her fingers rapidly tapping the three objects like a wheel of hands, the three treasures emitted brilliant light simultaneously, and three distinct hues of radiant light surged forth, merging into a single, tri-colored aura that surged toward the demon. However, just as the aura had traveled a short distance, four clusters of dark qi burst forth ahead, and four more red-haired demons materialized once again. They opened their mouths wide, aligning themselves with the three-color light mist rushing toward them, and four streams of black yin energy shot forth, instantly countering the three-color light mist and holding it in a tense standoff. The young maiden was startled, just as she prepared to cast another spell, when a soft "whoosh" sounded above her head—a crimson figure suddenly materialized from the void, extending both hands and sending two thick sword-energy waves crashing down. The red ghost that had previously hovered on the white light barrier had, without any apparent notice, torn through the space and silently materialized above her head. The maiden was both astonished and furious, her body shifting slightly, transforming into a golden rainbow that shot off swiftly, just narrowly evading the attack. At the same time, she raised one hand, and the distant golden sword and green ring instantly roared forward, spiraling around the ghost above, striking it fiercely. The ghost, in turn, wielded a pair of massive swords, defending vigorously and showing no sign of yielding. Thus, the white-robed maiden, relying on her five powerful artifacts, now fought against seven red ghosts, and could no longer concentrate on dealing with the blood-red giant sword. On the other side, Ye Chu had already launched more than a dozen flying swords of green and yellow hues, forming a vast array of sword shadows that clashed with the group of hair-covered demonic leaders summoned by the two Llong family cultivators. These demonic leaders each resembled human heads in size yet lacked bodies, with pale, jagged faces and spewing out purple magical vapors that turned the entire area within a hundred paces into a misty haze. Ye Chu found herself engulfed within this mist. Amidst the dense, swirling shadows of the mists, despite her successive deployment of several powerful techniques, she could not immediately break free or dispel the encumbrance, and could only maintain a steady exchange of her protective green light with the mists. With growing urgency, the young woman scanned the battlefield and naturally noticed the white-robed maiden also struggling fiercely. Her heart sank slightly, but then she recalled something, turned her head slightly toward another direction, and what she saw there caused her to pause in surprise. Directly before her gaze was Han Li, who had not yet stepped into the fray. At this moment, Han Li stood motionless, arms folded behind his back, suspended in midair. Yet he wasn't unwilling to act—he simply didn't dare, as a young woman in a black gown stood nearby, gazing at him with a smile that was both warm and reserved. She was Xiao Hong of the Black Phoenix Clan. Han Li seemed hesitant, unwilling to make a sudden move. "This matter concerns the human race," Leaf Chu said sharply to the woman. "If you wish to interfere in our Zhenling family's affairs, then surely you intend to create complications for yourself?" "If you insist on my leaving this matter untouched, then simply hand me over the Heavenly Phoenix Feathers," Xiao Hong replied with a graceful smile. "As soon as I possess them, I will immediately depart." "What Heavenly Phoenix Feathers? How could I possibly have them?" Leaf Chu's expression darkened, yet he firmly denied. "Hmm," Xiao Hong chuckled. "You've forgotten one thing. Among the agents we've sent to the Wood Clan, there are also members of our immortal clan. Years ago, one of them reported that the Wood Clan is secretly preserving three Heavenly Phoenix Feathers—used by the Heavenly Phoenix to renew itself through Otherwise, how could a cultivator of Dao Master's rank, so esteemed, have personally remained hidden within the Wood Clan for such a long time? Now that even the young master Ye has personally come to assist, shouldn't the Heavenly Phoenix's feather be within reach? The young wife said calmly. Upon hearing Xiao Hong's words, Ye Chu and the young woman in white robes remained silent. The young wife then sneered, turning her gaze once again to Han Li with a smile. "Han brother, I know you possess extraordinary abilities, but defeating me won't be easy either. Why don't we simply wait and let the others settle their disputes first? This young lady said. Han Li had, of course, been observing the entire scene of the two women's rivalry with keen attention. After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled. "I truly have no desire to engage in a struggle with you. However, if we truly have to wait for the Dragon Young Master to fully integrate the True Spirit's blood, we shall find ourselves in a life-or-death situation. Counting on our shared presence here, I only ask you one thing—shall I proceed, or shall I wait?" "I regret that I cannot comply." Xiao Hong's face darkened, her voice suddenly cold. "Very well!" Han Li suddenly took a decisive step forward, his form blurring as he seemed to step out over twenty paces in an instant—now only a few paces away from the young woman. With a single raised hand, he flicked a finger with no trace of urgency, and a golden thread flashed into the air, cutting straight toward her. This seemingly simple attack, in reality, was the result of Han Li drawing upon his formidable strength and fully unleashing the refined footwork of Luo Yan's steps and the swift Nine Winds Technique. Even though the young woman was an immortal cultivator, Han Li's ghostly movements and unexpected assault still startled her. The speed of the golden thread, formed from the sword's aura, left her utterly unable to dodge or defend. In panic, she opened her mouth wide and expelled a surge of black flame. A deep, resonant "thud" echoed as the flame split in two, momentarily halting the sword's momentum. With this brief respite, the young wife moved swiftly, her golden silk flashing as it severed a small corner of the maiden's skirt. She then shot backward, landing seven or eight zhang away. When the young wife had steadied herself, she turned to look at Han Li, her face filled with disbelief. At that moment, Han Li drew back the swordlight and, without a word, raised his hand to his head. A hazy, luminous aura of Yuanmagnetic divine light surged upward, rushing straight toward the young wife. Simultaneously, with a silent gesture of his palm in his sleeve, five white bone skulls materialized spontaneously around the maiden. With a single exhalation, five distinct, intensely cold flames of varying colors burst forth, swirling into radiant hues and rushing toward her in a surge. After completing these actions, a thunderous rumble rose behind Han Li. His wind-and-thunder wings emerged, and a flash of pale-blue electric arcs briefly illuminated him before vanishing. When he reappeared the next instant, he had already reached the peak of the young wife’s position. With a simple flick of his sleeve, dozens of golden lights danced downward. Once Han Li launched his attack, it surged with the intensity of a sudden gale and torrential downpour. Xiao Hong, who had just barely escaped Han Li's sword strike and was still shaken, was immediately thrust back into a life-or-death predicament—her heart filled with shock and fury. Without a moment's hesitation, she spun in place, and a cascade of black flames erupted from her body, rushing directly toward the five-colored light flames. Then, she opened her mouth, and a vast expanse of ink-blue ancient terrain surged forth, the mirror she held flashing toward the front, causing a surge of dark light to ripple across the city, perfectly deflecting the gray misty glow advancing from ahead. As for the dozens of golden sword beams that had already cleaved down upon her head, she raised her hand into the air, and a burst of white filaments shot out, forming a massive net that shielded her beneath. Seeing this, Han Li's eyes flashed with a streak of cold brilliance. With a subtle urging of his inner sword technique, the dozens of golden beams shimmered and transformed, expanding into hundreds, sweeping down in a relentless, all-encompassing barrage. The sharp, continuous sound of sword energy rippling through the air seemed The young wife paled. (Second scroll!