In the gray light, the green-haired foreigner felt his protective aura grow firm. Then, the gray hand pressed down firmly. He sensed a sudden darkness above his head, the air around him tightening—so intense that he could no longer breathe. A powerful, irresistible gravity suddenly pressed down upon his shoulders. "Plump!" With a sound like a mountain crushing him, the green-haired foreigner could not withstand the overwhelming force. His limbs grew loose, his knees went numb, and he collapsed halfway to the ground. The gray hand remained half a foot above his head, pressing firmly against his protective aura, completely immobilizing him. The green-haired foreigner's face first turned pale, then flushed crimson—whether from overexertion or embarrassment, he could not tell. The entire third floor fell silent. Both local cultivators and visitors stared in astonishment. Among them, an elder named Yan expressed a subtle sense of relief. At a distance, the foreigner named Gui, his eyes briefly narrowing, now regarded Han Li with a cold, frosty expression. The delicate crystal-kin woman, Feixian, had her face change several times. Though she knew Han Li possessed extraordinary prowess, the sight of him immediately overwhelming a foe two stages above her own level was entirely beyond her expectations, leaving her deeply stirred. The Yue Sect master was no less astonished, gazing at Han Li in stunned silence. As for the gown-clad woman and others, they all stood in open amazement. Han Li, however, remained completely indifferent, his gaze fixed on the green-haired foreigner lying before him, whose entire skeleton emitted a crisp, rhythmic "crack" sound. He narrowed his eyes. The foreigner, half-kneeling under the immense light hand, stared at Han Li with a mixture of intense shame and fierce resentment. His protective aura flickered constantly, as though he still intended to rise. Han Li briefly drew his lips, then emitted a cold exhalation. The black hand he had raised suddenly flipped over. Instantly, the gray hand that had been pressing down on the green-haired foreigner also arced and straightened its five fingers. A mountain, about ten paces in size, suddenly emerged in an eerie fashion, then descended with a heavy press. A deep, resonant boom! Though the mountain was dark and unremarkable, upon contact, it not only crushed the protective glow of the green-haired foreigner, but also completely laid the half-kneeling being flat on the ground. Then, the mountain swayed and expanded, growing to three or four paces in height, and with a thunderous roar, it pressed the green-haired foreigner firmly beneath it, leaving only half his head exposed. Meanwhile, the seemingly ordinary floor beneath trembled violently, and then a layer of white luminous energy spread across the ground and the walls of the floor. A series of strange symbols surged forth from all directions, only to vanish instantly. The floor quickly returned to its normal state. An extraordinary and intricate large seal had been established here. Otherwise, the sheer force of the impact alone would have shattered the entire pavilion several times over. "Now," said the speaker, "may I have a third choice?" Han Li drew his arm back, gazing at the foreign beings gathered at the base of the black mountain, and asked calmly. Originally a top-tier Xianxu cultivator, he had expected a straightforward battle outside—unless Han Li deployed several decisive moves, even a victory would have required considerable effort. Yet this particular foreign cultivator, confident in his powerful physical strength, had chosen to engage him directly without retreating, despite the confined space. Under the overwhelming force of Han Li's strength combined with the invincible Van Saint True Demon Technique, he could not hold his ground. When the foreigner realized the situation had turned dire and attempted to flee or summon other treasures, it was already too late. Under the immense pressure exerted by Han Li, coupled with the deployment of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light, he could only manage to defend himself, with no strength left to act otherwise. Witnessing his companions subdued so effortlessly by Han Li, the man named Gui from afar experienced a flash of blood on his face, which quickly faded, yet his brows shot up in indignation, and the surrounding aura of blood suddenly grew thick and intense. He slowly rose to his feet, as though intending to walk toward Han Li. The court-dressed woman and others were momentarily stunned, their expressions of surprise stiffening. After having just witnessed Han Li's remarkable feats, it was remarkable that this person remained so composed—clearly, he must have some strong backing. The elder named Yan glanced at the man named Gui, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yet Han Li merely turned his head to gaze at the approaching figure, showing no sign of surprise at all. As the man named Gui advanced step by step, the atmosphere in the pavilion grew increasingly tense. The other十余 individuals not aligned with either side also fixed their eyes intently, motionless, watching for the potential clash ahead. "Friend, please take your treasures with you," a voice suddenly emerged from the stairwell leading to the fourth floor, firm and commanding. "Here, at the Lei Yun Pavilion, physical combat or spellcasting is strictly prohibited. If you wish to engage in sparring, you may do so at the dedicated arena in town. Otherwise, all of you will be disqualified from entering the Magic Golden Mountain Range." Hán Lì was startled by these words, and the Guí-named man also instantly halted. "It's the newly arrived 'Mín Director,' Master Hán—please hold your ground for now," the older man with the Yàn surname quickly interjected, his eyes flashing. Hán Lì raised an eyebrow, glanced at the green-haired foreigner still pressed beneath the mountain, and chuckled softly. With a single hand motion, he reached out toward the small mountain. "Pffft!" The dark mountain, shimmering in gray mist, seemed to burst like foam and instantly collapsed. The foreigner, previously lying beneath the earth, leapt to his feet. His face flushed crimson, and with a low roar, he opened his mouth—yellow light flared instantly, as if ready to launch a direct assault on Hán Lì. Seeing this, Hán Lì remained motionless, only letting out a soft, dry laugh. "Hold! You're no match for him. Return now," the Guí-named man said coldly, issuing the command as though it were an order. "He only succeeded because I was unprepared! I insist on—!" The green-haired foreigner, furious, refused to listen. "Then, do you find my words incorrect?" The man with the surname Gui saw this scene and his face darkened. He said it coldly, though his voice was not loud. Yet upon hearing it, the green-haired foreigner shivered, as if startled. The anger on his face faded instantly, and he quickly stammered, "I most certainly do not!" After glaring sharply at Han Li, the green-haired foreigner turned and walked back to his original spot, settling once more onto the mat with a gloomy expression. "Since this guest insists on not allowing the other guest to pass, then so be it. As I heard from your conversation, your party did not come specifically to see Zhi Xian. Thus, there is no real conflict with us. I have no desire to engage in unnecessary combat or waste any of my spiritual energy. However, should you dare to obstruct me again in the future, it will no longer be such an easy matter!" The man with the surname Gui said firmly, then turned and sat down as well. Han Li, hearing the threat, only stroked his chin thoughtfully and smiled, saying nothing. Only then did the elder and others truly exhale in relief. As the dressed woman smiled gently at Han Li, ready to speak, a voice from the stairs once again belonged to the "Min Official": "Except for those from the upper clan ranks of eighth and ninth stages, all others wishing to enter the Magic Golden Mountain Range must pass a test. Those wishing to enter may now ascend the stairs—only two at a time!" Now, the remaining people can only patiently wait in place. Some of them focus intently on the movements upstairs, hoping to catch something noteworthy. Yet it's unclear whether a seal has been placed above, or whether the entire test is inherently silent. The stairs remain utterly still, with not a single sound reaching them. This has left several of them somewhat disappointed. Though the test isn't particularly long, it stretches over half an hour before one person finally descends. Everyone's gaze snaps to him at once. To their surprise, the person stepping down is dressed in tattered garments, with faint traces of blood visible at several spots—clearly having just engaged in a fierce struggle. "Master Zhù, how did your test go? Did you manage to obtain the Lightning-Repelling Umbrella?" one of the more familiar outsiders, who had been observing closely, rises to ask. "I've passed! But as for the details—Master Min instructed that nothing be revealed, or else the Lightning-Repelling Umbrella will be withdrawn!" Moreover, regardless of whether the test is passed or not, anyone who has undergone the test must immediately leave the premises. With that, I shall not linger further—let me go first." The man, appearing somewhat disheveled, merely stammered a few words before promptly descending the stairs without hesitation. Upon hearing this, the person who had been questioning him found it difficult to press further and could only settle back with a somewhat disgruntled expression. After another brief pause, a second individual also descended from the fourth floor, looking dejected. Unlike the first person, this one with a lower level of cultivation remained unharmed in body, yet carried a clear sense of disappointment. However, this person did not pause at the third floor—he simply descended immediately. Witnessing such an unusual scene, several others began to hurry upward, casting cautious glances at the others. Clearly, they all harbored the hope that the others might be willing to try again. "Two more to come up!" came the prompt from Master Min at the staircase above. Han Li glanced around, noticing no one had yet risen, and immediately smiled, straightening up and heading toward the staircase. However, just as he took a few steps forward, he heard footsteps behind him, and another person approached. "There's no need to rush, friend," Han Li seemed well aware of who was behind him, speaking without turning around. "You may wait a moment or two—there's still plenty of time before you ascend." A pleasant voice came from behind, clearly belonging to the delicate crystal-people woman named Xianxian.