After a thunderclap, just as most people thought the silver arc would surely pierce through the fire ball, the lightning flashed and vanished into the surface of the fire ball, as if swallowed whole. Li Lan was startled—immediately, the fire ball surged before her, its power astonishing. After a moment of hesitation, the girl slightly recoiled with a backward leap, her wings suddenly enveloping her. Layer upon layer of lightning materialized in midair, and within the radiance, a silver-white phoenix emerged, its body shimmering with silver arcs, while a strange necklace hung at its neck—a golden, slender gourd several inches tall. In the end, she decided to rely on her most proficient transformation technique to defeat her opponent. Upon the appearance of the phoenix, the massive fire ball instantly ceased its rolling motion. A deep, resonant rumble followed, and the fire ball suddenly reshaped itself, transforming into a crimson fire phoenix. The size of this fire phoenix was several times that of the phoenix facing it. Yet the Peng bird showed no fear. After a clear, resonant cry, its form suddenly swelled dramatically, growing slightly larger than the fire bird of its peers. It then surged forward, carrying countless streaks of lightning, directly charging toward its opponent. The fire bird formed from the rainbow silk likewise remained undaunted. As its flames flared, it raised its sharp talons in the air, and crimson streaks of energy shot forth from its stone cave. With both massive birds spreading their wings, they nearly filled half the space above the luminous dome, intensifying the intensity of their clash. Blood and feathers frequently fell from the sky, only to dissipate into nothingness just before touching the ground. To everyone's surprise, the young Ling Jiang with initial stage cultivation, transformed into a Peng bird, did not falter in the close combat, but rather grew more vigorous with each passing encounter. The electric arcs appearing on its claws and body gradually shifted from silver-white to a delicate purple hue, revealing a power far surpassing that of the original silver lightning. Han Li stared at the soaring phoenix in the sky, his eyes flashing with a blue glow, yet a strange expression played at the corner of his lips. Others hadn't noticed—it seemed the phoenix had been actively channeling some internal cultivation technique to amplify the power of the silver arcs. But in Han Li's spiritual vision, it was clear as day: the purple arcs weren't generated within the phoenix's body at all. Instead, they were constantly shot out in fine strands of purple electric energy from a golden gourd about an inch in size located at the phoenix's neck. These electric strands immediately merged with the phoenix's naturally formed silver arcs upon contact, vanishing into them. As a result, the protective silver arcs gradually transformed from silver-white to a pale purple hue. This purple electric energy appeared to have a significant origin. Hongs纱 had been consistently surprised, now finding herself consistently outmatched and deeply shocked and furious. Though she didn't understand exactly how Han Li had achieved this, it was evident that he had employed some special means. Otherwise, based solely on their cultivation levels, how could he have been her equal? At that moment, several male voices echoed in his ears. The sound was not loud, yet it sent a tremor through the woman's heart. She instantly cast aside her final moment of hesitation, flapping her wings and summoning her own prepared finishing move. A single, unusually long feather shot forth from the head of the Fire Bird. With a soft "pffft," the feather transformed into a second Fire Bird, identical in every way. Then, with a single breath, a steady stream of fire balls erupted from its beak, and the entire body surged with flame, plunging into the fray. This time, Han Li merely glanced silently before suddenly spreading his wings behind him. A thunderclap followed, and he vanished into a streak of pale blue electricity at the spot. Almost simultaneously, another figure in the crowd flickered and disappeared without a sound. "Boom!" A golden swordlight, stretching over ten or twelve zhang in length, materialized from the void and descended straight toward the combat group where flames and electric arcs were entangled. Before it even reached the group, a faint white trace appeared suddenly in front, emitting a sharp, piercing cry. As soon as the flame arcs and electric energy touched this white trace, they seemed to crumble like clay, dispersing and vanishing. The two fire phoenixes and the silver great pheasant within the group felt a flash of golden light, and before they could react, a sharp, decisive force had already reached their heads and delivered a resounding strike. They were utterly unable to resist. Startled, they abandoned any attempt to fight and simultaneously summoned their powers, retreating backward in unison. A tremendous swordlight passed through the narrow gap between the two, leaving a white streak behind. Then, a massive surge of energy erupted from the streak. A violent gust of wind surged up nearby, and vast amounts of celestial and elemental qi converged toward the streak, as if the very space had been truly severed. Onlookers outside were thrown into disarray, and the phoenix bird drew back its lightning arcs, transforming once more into a young woman, though her face was filled with astonishment. "You are no match for this woman. Cease your struggle now," a calm voice suddenly spoke behind Lei Lan, as though it came from mere steps away. The silver pines woman's expression changed instantly, and she quickly turned to see a young man in a green robe standing quietly behind her. It was Han Li! "Indeed, it was Brother Han who struck!" Lei Lan was now genuinely startled. The power of that swordlight had made her believe the attacker to be a spiritual marshal-level being. At that moment, the terrifying swordlight and the accompanying white trail had already dissipated, the gathered celestial and primordial qi dispersing once more, restoring tranquility. Yet at this point, Han Li said nothing in response to the young woman, merely gazing steadily at his counterpart. Lei Lan was startled and turned to look as well. Only then did she notice that the woman across from her had also resumed her human form, withdrawing her duplicate body, and now regarded them with a smile that was half-serious, half-pleasant. Behind this opponent, a young man in red robes had appeared at some point, his face stern and expressionless. This young man was Zhu Yinzi, one of the most watchful figures among the holy princes of the Chirong clan. Lei Lan felt a chill spread through her. "Brother Han," Zhu Yinzi said, his lips twitching slightly, "I've heard you've been cultivating abroad and only recently returned to the Tianpeng clan. I'm curious—would you be so kind as to demonstrate your skills for me?" The sword stroke Han Li had delivered earlier had deeply unsettled him. It's true that he has only made educated guesses so far, and the other party truly possesses no ordinary abilities. Yet, in order to fully understand the true nature of this formidable adversary, he still proceeded as planned, calmly issuing a formal challenge to Han Li. Han Li smiled lightly and said. "Heh, once you've entered the seal, there's nothing you can do. Han, take it!" The young man raised his hand, and with a gentle flick of his palm, a crimson claw formed—sharp, translucent, and shimmering, as if carved from red crystal. Han Li frowned, still without speaking, when the young man's crimson claw casually swept through the air toward Han Li's seemingly empty space. "Shhh—shhh—" sharp bursts of rushing sound echoed, and five crimson claw-sparks shot forth, vanishing in a flash of red light. Han Li's expression changed instantly. He quickly raised one arm, spreading his dark, ink-black fingers wide to block the path before him. Immediately, at a distance of over ten zhang ahead, the space around him began to tremble violently. The five claw-sparks reappeared, flashing once more. Han Li's face grew pale upon seeing them. The originally only a few inches long crimson glow had grown to a full span in size upon reappearing, continuously drawing in surrounding spiritual essences and swelling ever larger. Before the claw glows even reached him, Han Li felt an overwhelming surge of spiritual pressure rushing toward him. For beings of slightly lower cultivation, being enveloped by these glows might leave them utterly helpless—unable to move even their fingers. Surprised internally, Han Li's black five-finger shield suddenly flashed with a shimmer, and a small black mountain materialized out of nowhere, instantly expanding to over ten spans in height. The black mountain now stood firmly behind him, shielding him completely. With a series of dull thuds, the red glow flashed, and the five claw glows stood firmly upon the mountain's peak. A scorching warmth immediately spread around Han Li, making him feel as though a furnace were pressing against his face. Yet the black mountain remained perfectly still, undisturbed. "Hmm," said Zhu Yinzi across from him, slightly moved by the scene. Han Li swept his divine awareness over the Yuanmagnetic mountain before him, but his expression darkened immediately. With a sharp snap, he pressed his palm firmly onto the small mountain. Instantly, the mountain spun around, and the spot previously struck now faced directly toward Han Li. On the dark surface of the mountain, five claw marks, each about an inch deep, appeared, with slight signs of melting. With a cold exhalation, Han Li swiftly pressed his black palm onto the mountain's peak. To everyone's astonishment, a remarkable phenomenon unfolded—the entire mountain shimmered with an intense, deep glow, and wherever the claw marks had melted, they instantly restored themselves to their original state. "Since Brother Zhu insists on a demonstration, I have no choice but to offer a bout of my own," Han Li said as he finished. With a subtle shift in stance, he suddenly materialized beside the mountain. As he moved his wings, a vibrant green phoenix image emerged behind him. Simultaneously, several thunderous booms followed, and four towering columns of green wind surged upward around Han Li, roaring with powerful gusts.