A light laugh rang out! The golden hand clutching the crystal bricks merely flickered, suddenly expanding to the size of a dozen paces. With a firm grasp of its five fingers, a brilliant glow erupted, sweeping out in spiraling gusts of wind and energy. Whether it was the black ghost heads or the fierce swordlight, both were instantly knocked off balance, swaying and staggering as they were engulfed by the golden waves. The elder sheep, Yang Er, and the Golden Gourd Master, who had been controlling the treasures, were instantly startled, hastily activating their spells to summon the objects back. Yet the spiritual pressure radiating from the golden waves far exceeded their expectations—it severed their connection to the treasures completely. They could only watch in dismay as the massive golden hand moved slightly, launching several golden, hazy fist-images with a sharp, resonant crack, which struck several ghost heads and golden lights at once. Boom! Boom! Boom! Shaken by the impact, both Yang Er and the Golden Gourd Master involuntarily stepped back, each spitting out a stream of precious blood. Those ghostly heads and golden glimmers, seemingly ordinary in appearance, were struck and damaged by the sheer force of the punches, affecting both demons profoundly—since their minds were closely connected. Fortunately, neither the ghostly heads nor the golden glimmers were their essential treasures, so only a minor decline in their修为 occurred. Still, even so, both Yang Er and Jin Hua Magistrate were utterly astonished, retreating in shock and gazing steadily at the massive golden hand, no longer daring to move. Though the Blood Crow City Master was equally amazed by the unfolding events, he remained composed, as he had long been encircled by the Seven-Kills Blood Wound and Black Bone Maggot creatures, thus showing no signs of anxiety, merely observing calmly amidst the bloodlight. At that moment, the golden hand gradually dimmed and vanished, revealing a young man in a green robe standing in its place. The young man had an unremarkable face, holding the crystalline slab in one hand, his expression calm and composed. "Who are you, and why have you forcibly taken our belongings?" Yang Er asked the young man, his tone steady and serious. Since their first encounter, he naturally knew how formidable the man before him was, and thus managed to suppress his inner anger. "Since you've already decided to part with this item, there's no issue at all if I take it. By the way, Brother Bing seems to still hold three more—please hand them over as well." Han Li glanced at Yang Er'er briefly, then gently turned his attention to the silver-eyed elder. "You must have quite the boldness. Not only did you seize the sacred bricks right before my very eyes, but you've also dared to make direct moves against me. It appears you've been listening intently to our entire conversation. The other sacred bricks are upon my person. Should you survive, come and claim them at any time." The Blood Crow City Master carefully studied Han Li, sensing that he could not discern the latter's true cultivation level. Though his heart stirred with a sense of urgency, he remained resolute on the surface, speaking with unwavering confidence. To the Blood Raven City Master, with the aid of the Seven-Killing Blood Wound and the Black-Boned Magic Insect, even the late-stage Magic Sovereign would have to retreat before him—so he naturally did not feel particularly intimidated by this stranger. "Very well," said Han Li, yawning slightly, and then turning his body slightly, taking a single, steady step toward the Blood Raven City Master. It seemed like an ordinary step, yet as Han Li's form flickered, he mysteriously crossed dozens of paces, suddenly appearing only a few paces away from the City Master. The silver-eyed elder was startled, and without hesitation, he swept his sleeves outward, sending a surge of bloodlight rising ten or more paces high and rolling forward, aiming to engulf Han Li instantly. At the same time, he himself was thrown backward, shooting over thirty paces away. In that very instant, the figure dressed in a dark robe, standing within the bloodlight, blurred and vanished silently. "Such mere traces of aura and fury," he murmured, "and you expect to harm me?" Han Li chuckled softly, and a brilliant golden light surged from behind him, revealing a golden image of a three-headed, six-armed deity that materialized instantly. This image stood over ten zhang tall. When the three faces—each resembling Han Li—opened their six eyes simultaneously, and the six arms extended, six golden orbs appeared in his palms and then shot forward, merging into a single, towering golden vortex before him. A thunderous roar erupted! Countless golden and silver characters danced and drifted out from within the vortex, and a powerful, unstoppable force surged forth, sweeping outward in all directions. To everyone's astonishment, the blood-like light, which had been radiating a strong, pungent scent, trembled as soon as it approached Han Li and rushed furiously into the golden vortex. Within just a few breaths, the once imposing blood-savage energy was completely absorbed. "This is impossible!" the lord of Xueya City exclaimed, his face pale, but quickly regained composure and swiftly formed his hand seals. The blood glow originally surging toward the golden vortex suddenly trembled, then burst forth with a powerful force, attempting to break free from the suction. Han Li observed this, his expression subtly shifting as he suddenly drew upon his inner qi. The golden vortex emitted a deep, resonant "pop," instantly swelling to several times its original size—reaching five or six zhang in diameter—and the suction force emanating from it surged tenfold. A roaring wind erupted instantly. All the blood glows twisted and deformed, eventually fracturing under the immense pressure, shattering into countless glowing points that surged rapidly into the vortex. The Blood City's sovereign, drenched in sweat, continuously manipulated his hand seals with frantic energy, desperately trying to recover some blood煞 qi, but in vain. The vast expanse of blood glow flowed away like a flood, vanishing completely, leaving not a single trace in the void. "You dare to gather the Seven-Killing Blood Slaying Qi! I shall claim your life!" The silver-eyed elder could no longer remain calm, roaring in shock and fury, then rubbing his palms together before simultaneously extending them outward. A vast surge of emerald lightning erupted, pouring down like a deluge! Under the elder's urging, the previously stationary black insect clouds, no longer hesitating, let go of Yang Er and the two elders, and instead let out piercing cries, charging straight toward Han Li. Each black bone-magic insect was as sturdy as steel, possessing an astonishing strength within its compact bodies—no less formidable than the Seven-Killing Blood-Devouring beasts. The elder did not believe that the strange vortex could possibly draw these very insects into its grasp. At the same time, a ripple of disturbance surged above Han Li's head, and a faint black aura flashed, darting directly toward Han Li. Within that aura, a faint human silhouette was subtly visible—none other than the second incarnation of the Blood Crow City's lord. Han Li showed no change in expression, yet with such a powerful spiritual awareness, how could he have been successfully attacked? Only a subtle movement of his six-armed form caused six golden thunder balls to flash forth and strike precisely at the black qi rushing toward him. A thunderous roar erupted as the six golden spheres burst instantly, transforming unexpectedly into a bright, shimmering golden thunder array that completely engulfed the figure of black qi. Within the array, countless golden arcs flashed wildly, resembling countless golden serpents dancing—exactly Han Li's Bixie Divine Thunder. At his current cultivation level, even without employing a dedicated ritual technique, the power of his divine thunder had grown significantly stronger than before. Against such a divine thunder, which possessed a natural affinity that suppressed the black qi, a mere early Consolidation-stage avatar could not possibly withstand it. As soon as the black qi touched the golden arcs, it seemed to encounter its natural enemy, dissolving and vanishing instantly. Moments later, the silver-eyed elder avatar, now pale with shock, emerged within the array. Though he cast several magical artifacts to withstand the surging arcs of electricity, he could only hold on for a brief moment before being utterly vaporized in a single cry under the relentless onslaught of hundreds of golden arcs. At the very moment the Blood Raven City's master of spiritual transformation was annihilated, Han Li, facing the furious surge of azure lightning and black insect clouds, merely extended his finger and lightly touched the golden vortex, then shook his sleeve, causing a sudden gust of wind to rise. As the massive vortex expanded and contracted, it burst into brilliant flashes, and under the force of the wind, it shattered into countless golden streaks that shot out in all directions, like a sudden downpour. The azure lightning, pierced by these golden streaks, flickered and then vanished entirely. Yet the small black magical insects—only the size of a thumb—showed only slight disarray, rolling about briefly before continuing their relentless advance toward Han Li, undeterred. Indeed, as one of the most renowned magical insects of the魔 realm, they truly far surpassed ordinary spiritual insects of the spiritual world. Han Li, seeing this scene, did not grow angry but smiled instead. With one hand, he reached out and then tossed it into the air, releasing a dark, circular ring. The ring spun steadily in the air, and instantly golden blossoms surged forth from its surface. As the light flashed, it transformed into numerous large, shining beetle-like creatures—each about half a foot long, glowing with a radiant gold hue, totaling over a thousand. These were the mature-bodied Gold-Eating Beetles. However brief the moment, the insect cloud soon thinned to only a few hundred. Meanwhile, the ground below was covered in a thick layer of magical insect remains. Han Li was not at all surprised by this outcome. He glanced calmly at the silver-eyed elder, whose face betrayed disbelief, then gave a gentle, silent wave with his sleeve, while emitting a cold exhalation. Suddenly, the golden insect cloud changed direction, abandoning the remaining black-boned magical insects and rushing straight toward the elder. Sadly, when the elder's form was extinguished, his spirit had already suffered a sudden shock. Witnessing now that his trusted magical insects were so easily eradicated, even though he had always been reserved and composed, he grew pale and lifeless. But as the mysterious, terrifying golden insects surged toward him, he instantly lost his composure, turning sharply and preparing to flee immediately. At that very moment, a cold, dismissive sound reached his ears—seemingly ordinary, yet the instant it did, it suddenly erupted into a thunderclap, sending a sharp, cone-like pain exploding through the depths of his spirit. The Lord of Blood Raven City barely managed to mutter "Unfortunate!" before his body trembled and he plummeted from the sky. The golden insect cloud flashed a few times and then swiftly converged, rushing to envelop the falling lord, completely submerging him within its midst.