The elegant young man saw the scene and his eyes brightened instantly. With a low cry, his figure suddenly surged to twice its original height, transforming into a figure wearing a golden crown. This ghost king had a crimson face, green fur covering his body, and a row of bone spines, each a foot long, suddenly sprouting from his back. His yellow-glowing eyes flashed, revealing four sharp fangs. With a wide opening of his mouth, he expelled a stream of gray mist that instantly wrapped the severed arm and swallowed it whole, then began chewing it with a crisp, satisfying crunch. Yet, to defeat merely two human cultivators, you've consumed one of my own arms—and still aren't satisfied!" The bald demonic cultivator erupted into fury upon hearing this. "Hmph. You speak so calmly. Can these two even compare to your past adversaries? As for the celestial ghosts I've borrowed from you, I have no idea how many will be lost. It seems you've forgotten your own obligations—those established when you and I forged our pact through the Celestial Ghost Gate. Shall I remind you once more?" The Ghost King chuckled darkly, his tone ominous. Upon hearing the ghost cultivator's words, the bald master's face grew pale. With a sudden, firm bite of his teeth, he once again slashed his blood-blade, this time severing one of his own thighs. He then growled fiercely, "This time, it should be enough! Should you still dare to say 'no,' I will risk a mutual collapse to dissolve our pact." "With this addition, it shall surely be sufficient." The Ghost King, upon seeing this scene, could not help but be overjoyed, nodding eagerly. As he opened his mouth, he also drew in his dangling thigh and began to chew it down vigorously. At that moment, the bearded demon chanted continuously, and from the previously broken arms and legs, black vapors rose spontaneously, swirling and rolling until new limbs fully regenerated. Yet this restoration only made the demon's complexion paler and paler—clearly, though his limbs had been renewed, the vital essence he had lost could not be replenished immediately. When the Ghost King had finished swallowing the blood meal, he roared with delight, then waved his sleeve, suddenly producing a fresh, blood-red ghost seal in his hand. He tossed it into the space before him and then dissolved into a gust of shadow wind, vanishing instantly. Upon seeing the blood-red seal, the bearded demon relaxed slightly, then glanced at Han Li and his companion, and immediately pointed at the seal with a single hand gesture. The ghost seal immediately spun rapidly, slightly blurring before suddenly transforming into a surge of blood-red whirlwind. A sharp roar burst forth from the wind, and within a moment, four fierce ghosts leapt out from the midst—expanding under the wind's force to reach a height of over fifteen zhang. These four colossal spirits were entirely blood-red, hairless, yet their forms resembled magnified versions of monkeys, each bearing two dark, upright horns on their heads and a vivid green, hooked tail. With a mere flick of the tail, the tail became indistinct, leaving only the sound of explosive crackles echoing in the void. Upon seeing them, the bald demon immediately reached out with one hand, without hesitation. The blood-red whirlwind instantly coiled and reformed into the ghost head seal, which then swiftly settled into his hand. The demon's face darkened with a grim expression, and he immediately cast a series of gestures upon the seal, beginning to chant softly. Those four colossal ghosts clearly were bound by the ghost-headed seal token. Under the urging of the bald demonic lord, their gazes toward the silver-clad maiden suddenly flashed with fierce hostility. At the roar of one of the heavenly ghosts, a surge of bloodlight erupted behind each of the four, and instantly, each gave rise to a pair of massive purple bat wings. With a powerful flap, they surged forth, their wrathful forms charging directly at the translucent, luminous dome that had imprisoned them. The bald demonic lord, witnessing this, could not help but flash a subtle smirk. He had, through repeated deployments of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, come to know the true nature of these four heavenly ghosts better than anyone else. While individually, each might only match a late-stage True Immortality stage cultivator, when united, they often proved formidable even to average Consolidated Mid-stage cultivators. Though the dome enclosing them seemed unusual, it would surely be no match for their combined might. Nevertheless, as soon as the demon opened his mouth, a small, dark seal burst forth—initially only a few inches in size—but upon expanding with the wind, it swelled to several tens of feet. With a thunderous roar, it surged directly toward the celestial dome, crashing hard after the four spirits. In an instant, the four heavenly spirits had reached the vicinity of the dome, their arms moving swiftly to summon a swirling array of clawed shadows, while their trailing tails snapped out with a sharp "whoosh," projecting countless shimmering green streaks straight toward the dome. Together, their coordinated assault proved truly formidable. At that very moment, brilliant, piercing beams erupted across the dome's surface, only to dim and fade within moments. Seeing this, the bald demon was overjoyed, and immediately accelerated the release of his massive black seal. The seal, in a single flash, unleashed a gust of wind and thunder, striking the same section of the dome. Waves of dark energy rippled outward in concentric circles. The crystalline enclosure, already seeming to falter, suddenly emitted a crisp crack, revealing countless fine white fissures—seeming poised to shatter and break apart. Yet at that very moment, the silver-clad immortals, standing outside the enclosure, swiftly shifted their form and materialized beside the silver beauty's head, immediately pressing a palm firmly upon it. The silver head, gazing through the crystal, saw its eyes blaze with an intense radiance. In response, the golden magical array etched upon the crystal enclosure emitted a resonant hum, and a cascade of golden characters surged forth from within, flashing and darting like swift birds into the rupturing enclosure. The bald demonic lord stood stunned, but quickly regained his composure, shouting in a voice filled with both shock and fury, and immediately urged forward his ghost-headed token and the large black seal. The four heavenly ghosts in the air had their blood-lit eyes rapidly pulsing, each emitting furious shrieks, their forms swelling another half, then spewing out streams of blood-colored light columns. At the same time, their clawed hands and hooked tails shimmered with renewed jade-like radiance. As for the massive black seal, thunderous crackling surged forth, with waves of black lightning shooting out from within, while hundreds of silver characters emerged steadily from its base. Clearly, the bald demonic lord had fully unleashed the seal's potential. The relentless barrage of attacks once again struck the protective barrier, causing it to flash brilliantly. When the great black seal crashed down with tremendous force, a radiant black sun erupted amid thunderous, earth-shaking sounds. Where the sun appeared, the barrier shattered effortlessly, yet instantly restored itself upon the golden light of the protective spell descending. At this moment, the bald demonic warrior's face grew exceedingly grim, yet his hand did not cease in the spellwork—instead, he continued to intensify his pressure, driving the great seal and the four heavenly ghosts with relentless force against the crystal dome. This demon was well aware that, though the dome was extraordinarily ingenious, it could not indefinitely sustain such astonishing recovery speed. As long as the assault persisted, it would not take long before the demon truly broke free. The crucial matter, however, was the human cultivator who had slain the Force Sovereign—would his companion encounter any unforeseen mishap during this time? While relentlessly attacking the dome, the bald demon cast nervous glances toward the other battlefield. To his astonishment, his expression turned pale. There, a vast network of golden sword filaments had woven together into a massive sword lattice, trapping dozens of blue flying serpents. Though these blue serpents possessed bodies harder than gold and exhaled streams of pure ice energy, they were gradually reduced to fragments as they were caught in the dense, interlacing golden threads. Not far off, the magic woman formed from thirteen skeletons now revealed her true form again. She had transformed into a pair of white, bone-like skeletons, two zhang tall, black magical flames swirling around her body, exhaling gray, toxic vapors from her mouth, and occasionally projecting streaks of luminous, jade-like radiance from her eyes. Yet, despite wielding such formidable powers, this mother-and-daughter pair of true magi was now being relentlessly pursued and driven into disarray by several dozen golden, luminous, purple-striped strange insects. These renowned mother-and-daughter magi seemed deeply afraid of the insects, retreating with great reluctance and never allowing them to draw near. Their magical flames, toxic gases, and other attacks appeared completely ineffective against these ethereal creatures. As for the Blue Master himself, he was even more disheveled! The human cultivator had transformed into a colossal golden ape, towering over a hundred zhang, wielding two mountains—one pale and one dark—between his arms, pressing the Blue-patterned magi back with an unstoppable force. Though the Azure-Wrinkled Mage was astonished and furious, his spell-forms shifted incessantly, and six or seven different treasures spun and danced before him. Yet no matter which treasure he deployed, it invariably flashed with chaotic light whenever struck by the combined blows of the two mountain peaks, forcing it to retreat and be replaced by another. Otherwise, after enduring three or four consecutive impacts, the treasure would inevitably be shattered. Even this esteemed mage lord found himself completely outmatched within mere moments. The bald mage's expression changed several times, and he drew in a sharp breath. The power of the thirteen mother-and-son True Mages was no less than the four Heavenly Ghosts he had summoned—yet they were now being driven into this state by the opponent's mere few spirit insects. He had indeed recognized the human male cultivator as no ordinary being, but still had underestimated him. Such a formidable opponent—only a few of the clan's fully matured, late-Stage Consolidation-phase Magi-Emperors might have a chance to handle him. As he pondered this, a profound sense of awe filled his heart. But at once, his eyes flashed with a sudden thought, and with a subtle movement of his lips, he whispered to his companion. (Recommended: Feng Lingtian's new novel, "Dominant in Nine Heavens") One man, one sword—Dominant in Nine Heavens! True men should stand tall, look down upon all ages, and command the skies with a noble aura! When I am angry, the heavens tremble; when I smile, the world rejoices! When I am passionate, the winds and clouds shift; when I am proud, I become the eternal sovereign! A single gaze sends thunder and lightning; a single outburst turns the sea to ice; one hand breaks through the heavens; one sword dances across the vast sky! True men must—dance with the winds and clouds, soar above the world, rule as kings, and dominate in Nine Heavens! I ask the world: Who will stand beside me, dancing with Qiong Xiao in the winds and clouds? Who will accompany me, dominating in Nine Heavens?