More strangely, the blood that fell upon the Han's skin instantly blurred and transformed into a series of vivid red patterns, spreading across his entire body. From a distance, the Han appeared as though clad in a robe of blood-colored runes—most astonishing. The silver-haired elder watched this unfold, his face instantly growing pale, yet the Han paid him no heed. Instead, after a fierce grin, he raised a hand toward Han Li, making a bold, defiant gesture of challenge. Upon seeing this, Han Li immediately understood that a battle with this man was now unavoidable. He calmly addressed the two elders: "As previously discussed, this person shall be under my care. However, before I defeat this demon, you must first draw the blood-bodied form far away—so that I won't be distracted by unforeseen complications during the fight." As soon as he finished speaking, he did not wait for their response. The nearby jade-green sword lotus spun swiftly, and in an instant, Han Li vanished into a sharp streak of swordlight. At that very moment, a few dozen paces ahead of the great Han, a flash of green light revealed Han Li standing motionless in the void. The magical Han warrior flashed a fierce gaze, and without a word, he swung his wolf-toothed staff at Han Li with a powerful strike aimed straight into the air. "Crack!" The jade-green magical flames on the staff surged and spiraled, instantly spreading out to form a towering wall of fire several dozen feet high—like a fire demon descending—pressing down upon Han Li with overwhelming force. At the same time, with a simple grasp of his other hand, he sent a quiet, effortless strike toward Han Li, as if no strength at all had been exerted. Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened. His front sword lotus, emitting a clear chime, unfolded into a series of shimmering, translucent layers, forming a solid, resilient shield against the advancing fire wall. At the same time, a golden glow flashed within his sleeve, and a fist burst forth. The fist shone with golden light, as though forged from pure gold, with faint, flowing golden characters subtly moving within it. This was the near-perfect manifestation of the The moment the azure swordlight touched the fire wall, a series of crackling sounds erupted, blending the shimmering green and fiery hues into a continuous cascade of brilliant explosions—like countless fireworks bursting simultaneously—radiant and splendid. At the other side of the swordlight and fire wall, the void suddenly roared with a sound like heaven collapsing and the earth splitting. A surge of green-tinged wind and a golden fist-shaped aura appeared without any prior warning, colliding powerfully to form a hurricane that surged straight upward, then thunderously rolled out in all directions. Where the wind swept, the void trembled and the heavens themselves seemed to shift in color. Han Li and the magian giant both felt their bodies jolt, instinctively stepping back several paces on the floating platform. Far from alarmed, the magian giant grew even more excited. With a powerful shout, he hurled his wolf-toothed staff skyward, swiftly pressing hand seals and chanting continuously, then pointed upward with one finger. A sharp "thud" echoed. The magic flame on the spear's surface surged several times stronger, then coalesced into eight green-fire dragon serpents, each with a purple single horn on its head and spewing vivid green flames, their forms solid and formidable, charging straight toward the opposing side. Each serpent was thirty to forty zhang long, appearing robust and terrifying. A flash of brilliance passed through Han Li's eyes as he firmly urged his intent. Layer upon layer of jade-green sword shadows gathered upward, instantly forming a colossal, radiant sword of piercing cold light, which he swung straight at the serpents. A thunderous roar erupted, with countless golden arcs surging wildly from the massive sword's body, creating an unstoppable force. Though the eight serpents appeared fearsomely aggressive, after a flash of cold light, they were each split in two, and their remains shattered under the relentless strikes of the golden arcs, gradually dissolving back into swirling magical flames. The jade-green sword then trembled and vanished into the void. At the same time, a ripple of energy surged above the large Han, and a mighty swordlight crashed down from the heavens with a thunderous roar, striking him squarely. A jade-colored sword light, stretching over a hundred paces in width, shimmered with golden electric glimmers. Before it even descended fully, a sharp, intangible sword aura swept down, invisible and colorless. The magian giant frowned suddenly, and on one of his arms, a surge of bloodlight erupted, blurring and then abruptly thrusting upward. A tremendous roar! At once, a blood-orange sun materialized in midair, radiating an astonishing luminosity. The jade sword light cried out in lamentation, then vanished instantly within the bloodlight, as if the blood radiance possessed an incalculable power. Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and both of his hands simultaneously reached out into the air. Bright jade light surged from both palms, and two translucent sword silhouettes appeared one after another. When they converged, they merged into a single, large jade sword. With a flick of his wrist, the great sword emitted a clear chime and split into seventy-two smaller swords, which then spiraled and danced around his body once more. The magical warrior chuckled, and as the glaring streaks of blood on his arm faded, a strange, deep crimson armplate emerged, tightly encasing his entire arm. The armplate was adorned with exquisite patterns, identical to the blood veins previously visible on his arm, as if the plate itself had been conjured from those very patterns. Yet, despite its seemingly unremarkable appearance, it effortlessly shattered the swordlight summoned by Han Li with a single strike—leaving the warrior himself momentarily astonished. At that moment, the warrior tilted his head and then pointed a finger forward. The emerald magic flame swirled and surged, transforming into a colossal, ethereal dragon-like figure with eight heads, nearly blotting out the sky. The dragon surged forward, its eight heads looming menacingly before Han Li, each radiating a sharp, briny scent that pressed against him, as though it would instantly tear him into fragments at the next moment. Faced with this fierce counterattack, Han Li remained utterly expressionless, his hands and feet unchanged. Yet suddenly, a golden light column surged upward from behind him, within which a faint silhouette of a three-headed, six-armed figure began to emerge. As the figure's six arms moved, a storm of golden fist-images erupted in a relentless, cascading surge. Though the spectral form of the magical dragon appeared immense, the golden fist-images seemed even more unyielding and impregnable. Amid countless sharp crackling sounds of air being torn apart, the magical dragon was gradually shredded into fragments and finally vanished in a single, resonant rumble. As the golden light subsided, the three-headed, six-armed figure's body shimmered with a fluctuating crystalline glow, instantly solidifying into a radiant, tangible form, which then hovered gently above Han Li's head. The six golden eyes of the figure stared calmly at the large man across the battlefield. "Hm, a golden-bodied form—seems to be connected to our Saint Clan's secret technique. Excellent. Indeed, I'm not disappointed at all. This time, it appears we shall truly enjoy ourselves." The magical warrior first paused, then instantly flashed with a surge of bloodthirsty vitality. As he spoke, "Boom!" countless dark magical energies erupted from his body, swiftly enveloping him entirely. The blood-colored patterns on his skin immediately shone brilliantly within the dark aura. When the black mist dispersed, a blood-red armor, adorned with intricate patterns, rose to cover his form. The magical warrior burst into laughter, clenching his fists and pressing them together in front of his chest. Suddenly, a towering magical figure, reaching ten zhang in height, materialized behind him. A thunderous roar followed, with strong winds sweeping up, and the warrior himself vanished into the air as if carried by the wind. Han Li watched this scene in awe, his eyes narrowing. A thunderous crack echoed behind him, and a pair of translucent feather wings emerged. With a gentle flap of his wings, countless silver arcs shot out, and both his physical form and the three-headed, six-armed golden body vanished without a trace. But at that moment, the wind and thunder in the nearby void roared violently, two figures colliding—one bearing the power of lightning, the other infused with a hundred zhang of magical aura—and crashing into each other, battling with thunderous intensity. Both were adept in dual cultivation of spiritual and physical bodies, each confident in the strength of their physical forms. Instantly, gales of wind surged through the void, accompanied by constant booming sounds. Han Li and the large man not only exchanged blows but also frequently summoned various treasures, drawing upon countless divine and magical artifacts at will, making it difficult to tell who was gaining the upper hand. The silver-haired elder and Jin Yue the Zen master, standing near the light screen and observing the scene, were both astonished and overjoyed. Though they had already greatly overestimated Han Li's capabilities, they had never imagined he possessed such power to match the great magical warrior. In contrast to their delight, the blood-bodied manifestation on the other side grew increasingly pale, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. Suddenly, he raised one hand and prepared to release something of great significance. But at that very moment, a suddenly shimmering, hazy light array emerged beneath his feet, spinning smoothly before radiating outwards in waves of spatial disturbance. "Unfortunate!" The blood-light form, whose experience and wisdom largely stemmed from his buddha-stage body, immediately frowned, exclaiming under his breath as his body's blood glow flashed. He prepared to instantaneously teleport away, yet clearly fell short. He sensed the surrounding void subtly warp, and before long, the environment around him had dramatically changed—finding himself now in an eerie space veiled in a soft, pale mist. There, the silver-haired elder and Master Jin Yue stood solemnly, gazing at him. "Hmph. Two mere defeated subordinates dare to obstruct my advance? Very well. I shall first deal with you both, then proceed to handle that Han youngster." The young blood-clad disciple's previously refined expression turned suddenly grim, his voice charged with determination. "Master, it seems we have no choice but to give it our all this time. There's no point in hiding any of our techniques or treasures anymore. Either he dies or I do!" The silver-haired elder, now unusually calm, turned gently toward the old monk and said with quiet confidence. "Of course. Should I lay down this old body, I will not let this demon leave this place without a fight," said Master Jin Yue, chanting a Buddhist mantra with unwavering determination. "Ha ha! That's exactly what I needed to hear from Brother Jin!" The silver-haired elder burst into laughter, then suddenly flipped his hand, revealing two items in each of his hands. One glowed with a soft red hue—a fan crafted from seven-colored feathers. The other shone with a brilliant silver luster—five silver rings fused into a single, seamless unit. "The Seven-Flame Fan and the Harmonious Rings! I never thought such precious relics would end up in your hands. Brother Gu, you've always been so reserved about your secrets." Master Jin Yue, upon seeing these two treasures, expressed his delight with evident enthusiasm. Then, the old monk suddenly struck his robe with a firm clap, and instantly countless Sanskrit characters surged forth wildly. One after another, golden images of Buddhas gradually emerged, shimmering among the flowing script, totaling no less than eighteen.