This young Chishi clan member naturally had no idea. Though he knew that after the Vedic Saint's golden form had been refined by a mysterious energy, it would surely be quite different from before, he hadn't expected that merely by giving it a try, the golden form would display such great powers—capable of directly seizing the other's treasures! While it was somewhat unexpected, and though the seized items were not the other's life-supporting artifacts, it still sounded astonishing. Han Li suppressed his delight and gently struck his forehead with one hand. A flash of black light shot out from his scalp, then, after a brief flicker, vanished into the golden form. On the golden form's face, the eyes flashed with black light, and instantly, the figure shimmered and disappeared into the soft, misty light curtain. Suddenly, Han Li opened his mouth and expelled a burst of silvery flame, which flickered and vanished just as quickly, likewise disappearing into the light curtain. The young man in the sword formation had initially looked stunned and furious, quickly pressing hand seals to summon back the silver staff. But upon observing the golden form and Han Li's actions, his expression suddenly grew serious, and he regained his composure instantly. He exhaled deeply, dispersing his hand seals, then roared suddenly. As his shoulders trembled, a colossal blue-bodied figure emerged from behind him. This figure stood nearly five to six zhang tall, covered in scales, with bright red, blood-like eyes, and dense clusters of bony spines resembling cow horns rising from its head and limbs—appearing remarkably fierce. What was even more astonishing was that each of its hands held a peculiar and unusual artifact. One was a long-handled hammer with three strange beast heads fused together. The other was a smooth, mirror-like triangular shield, from which waves of crimson flames surged forth. The young man himself narrowed his eyes, pressed a strange hand seal with one hand, and spoke solemnly, murmuring in a steady, composed tone. Clearly, upon seeing Han Li's divine prowess far exceeding his expectations, the young Jiaochi clan member finally cast aside the last trace of his initial indifference and began to take the matter seriously. Yet, since Han Li still found himself trapped within the Chunli Sword Formation, how could he possibly allow the young man to cast spells with ease? After a flash of cold composure on Han Li's face, he swiftly intensified his inner sword technique. Within the surrounding jade-like light screens of the formation, brilliant flashes of light erupted, and one after another, clusters of vibrant green lotus blossoms surged forth, transforming into countless lotus silhouettes that spiraled and danced gracefully toward the heart of the formation. For a moment, the entire formation was alive with fluttering green lotuses—some still half-unfolding, others fully blossoming. Even more remarkable was the fact that, as the lotuses appeared, a rich, intoxicating fragrance immediately filled the formation, enhancing the scene to a point of seeming magical and dreamlike, so enchanting that one might easily lose oneself in the beauty and fail to notice the passage of time. Yet the young man from the Golden Angle, though gazing at these Qinglian blooms, was not dazzled by the splendid sight. Instead, he immediately perceived the hidden layers of threat concealed within them, his expression darkening as a blue spiritual form emerged behind him. With a firm motion, he shook his long-handled strange mallet, which was now aimed directly at the falling Qinglian blooms. Though merely the sword shadows cast forth by the myriad flying swords, each one possessed power equal to that of genuine flying daggers or swords. After pouring down like a relentless rain, they managed to push back the three-colored tidal waves step by step, now struggling to hold their ground. The young man was slightly startled, yet immediately emitted a sharp exhalation of surprise. With a motion of his blue-phase arm, he launched the triangular shield into the air. This clearly a fire-element artifact spun once, expanding into a vast cloud of fire several acres in size, which then rose steadily upward with a thunderous sound. As the fire cloud rolled and surged, countless fist-sized flames and streaks of crimson light cascaded forth. Numerous sword shadows were instantly consumed upon contact, their forms reduced to nothing by the genuine fire power within the cloud. The temperature throughout the sword formation soared to an extraordinary level, as if one were immersed in a furnace. Together, the three-toned light waves emitted by the fiery cloud and the strange mallet formed an impenetrable shield, completely enclosing the young man. Despite the dense, relentless barrage of swordlight from above, not a single beam passed through—every one was intercepted with perfect precision. It was as if the shield were invincible! Faced with this precarious situation, the young member of the Jiaochi clan remained utterly calm, even displaying a subtle smirk. As he ceased his incantations, a sphere of seven-colored light burst forth. Under the flowing hues of this seven-colored radiance, a small, snow-white and translucent bell materialized instantly. Upon emitting a clear, melodious chime, an astonishing phenomenon unfolded. Han Li, standing outside the sword formation, suddenly felt a flicker in his awareness the moment he heard the chime—his surroundings blurred, and unexpectedly, he found himself inverted, his head now pointing downward and his feet upward. Moreover, the entire sword formation and all within it exhibited strange anomalies. The sword beams that had originally been rushing downward suddenly veered off course, shooting instead toward the side, striking a vibrant green light curtain and producing a series of thunderous booms. Yet as the golden giant hand seemed destined to land squarely upon his opponent's forehead, the space beneath subtly warped, and the young with golden horns suddenly vanished—replaced instead by a silver fire phoenix appearing suddenly some fifteen zhang away below. The golden hand seized several slender, flame-tipped feathers from the silver phoenix. With a sudden burst, the phoenix retaliated fiercely, its waves of silver flame spiraling upward and completely enveloping the golden palm. The original stream of silver flame that the phoenix had emitted had already vanished, seemingly striking somewhere unseen. Han Li was taken aback, and without hesitation, his form flickered and instantly restored itself to its original state. At that moment, a clear, resonant cry rang out, as if influenced by some mysterious force, causing the entire sword formation to tremble. The azure light curtain twisted and deformed, soon fracturing under the strain, inch by inch. As the azure glow faded, the surrounding space rippled, revealing seventy-two shimmering green swords. The Chun Li sword formation had thus been effortlessly shattered. The golden-bodied and silver phoenix stood motionless, as if momentarily at a loss for what to do. This scene sent Han Li into a state of profound alarm. What kind of divine artifact was that little bell, capable of the legendary power to reverse the heavens and the earth? When the bell rang, he had sensed a subtle undercurrent of fundamental law energy within it. "Could it be that this artifact is—?" Han Li's face changed several times, yet as a person of exceptional caliber, his eyes flashed with a blue luminescence, instantly sweeping over the entire space within a hundred zhang. Immediately, his gaze sharpened, fixing on a spot where no one stood at all. Dark energy gathered in his brows, and a dark, ink-black eye of magic instantly appeared. A beam of light, as thick as a thumb, flashed once and then vanished into the void. A moment later, a thunderous "boom" echoed, and the young man with golden horns stumbled slightly, emerging rather ungracefully from the space where he had just been. Upon clearly seeing the third, more ethereal gaze in Han Li’s brow, the young Qingtian gasped aloud. Without realizing it, a blue battle armor had appeared on his body; as soon as he steadied himself, he swept his sleeve outward. A flash of blue light behind him revealed the colossal figure once again, now wielding two divine treasures. With one hand extended into the air, a ripple of seven-colored spiritual light flashed, and a small, pristine bell emerged, now held firmly in his grasp. At the very moment he took the bell, the astonishment on his face vanished, replaced instead by a steady, intense gaze fixed upon Han Li. Han Li remained expressionless, then gestured toward his golden form and the Spirit-Eating Fire Bird. Instantly, both figures flickered and materialized beside him. Almost simultaneously, the seventy-two floating green swords surrounding them trembled and, without any prior sign, dissolved into dozens of sharp, cool green beams, all rushing directly toward the young Qingtian. As soon as the hissing sound of the space breach was emitted, seventy-two beams of swordlight instantly materialized before the young man and slashed wildly. The astonishing speed of the Qingzhú Fēngyún Sword's movement caused the young man's eyes to snap with sudden urgency, yet he paid no heed to the overwhelming surge of swordlight. Instead, he simply extended a finger and tapped it against the small bell. A resonant "ding" echoed, and waves of white light surged outward from the bell, rushing toward the dozens of swordbeams. Upon contact, the dozens of swordbeams flashed with a greenish glow, momentarily pausing and revealing their original forms—long, slender swords of a foot in length. After a few more waves of pressure, all the swords fragmented silently, ultimately vanishing completely. Han Li observed the entire sequence without changing his expression, though his pupils suddenly narrowed. He had clearly seen it with his spiritual vision—the white waves emanating from the bell were not solid waves at all, but rather a series of fine spatial fissures forming shimmering bands of light. These fissures differed greatly from ordinary spatial rifts—they swiftly appeared and then vanished under Xia Zhong's control. Though the Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was exceptionally sharp, it could not withstand the slicing power generated by the spatial force, and in this instant, it was severed into countless fragments.