"Come on, the Holy Image of Hao Ran!" Although Du Yu was terrified beyond measure, upon seeing the vast, purple-golden hand descending without hesitation, he could only roar in silent desperation. Suddenly, he swiftly pressed two hand seals, and instantly a half-foot-tall white infant spirit appeared at the crown of his head. This infant spirit, resembling Du Yu in appearance, immediately became anxious upon its emergence, opening its mouth sharply toward the heavens and spitting out a glowing golden essence. As the essence burst forth, Du Yu's physical body, at the center of his forehead, suddenly shriveled by one-third, appearing instantly ten years older, and his gaze grew lifeless and expressionless. At that moment, Du Yu's infant spirit shook its shoulders, and a bright white aura radiated outward, gradually blurring into a clear, towering figure several dozen feet high, standing firmly above the young white-clad youth. This towering figure was vividly real, yet his face remained blurred, with three long beards visible beneath. He wore a white Confucian robe that had manifested from the air, a traditional hat resting upon his head, radiating an indescribable aura of pure yang energy. Yet this ethereal scholar remained motionless, as if a lifeless object, standing silently in the void. Under the overwhelming, terrifying force surging down, the white Confucian statue shivered, growing slightly blurred, as though it were about to be crushed and dispersed. At that moment, the Confucian saint suddenly opened both eyes, revealing pure silver pupils, and emitted a low hum. With one sleeve flung upward into the sky, and the other hand reaching out to grasp the space before it. A thick, milky-white mist surged forth from within the white robe, coalescing into a white giant hand upon encountering the wind, which then charged straight at the purple-gold palm above. Simultaneously, the other hand that had extended from the statue's body stirred with a surge of celestial and elemental energies, suddenly bursting forth with a brilliant white light, which then subsided, leaving a five-colored brush materializing magically within the palm. A tremendous, thunderous roar erupted! The white giant hand finally collided with the purple-gold palm, sending out powerful ripples that spread outward, causing the entire light screen to tremble. Yet the Purple-Jin Giant Hand only paused slightly, then with an irresistible power instantly seized and shattered the white hand, plunging once more downward. With this brief moment of resistance, the holy image, with a single hand movement, caused its two treasures circling above Du Yu's head to swiftly flash forward and settle before him, spinning gently while simultaneously radiating a soft, misty glow. As the image's arm moved, its five-colored brush trembled and dipped into the inkstone, soaking half of an unknown silvery liquid before being swiftly drawn out and pointed at the jade scroll slowly unfolding before it. Following an unusual Buddhist chant, the jade scroll burst forth with vibrant hues of five colors, and massive silver characters surged out, soaring upward in unison before coalescing into a luminous, silver "Rú" character about one acre in size. After a swift flick of the Purple-Jin Hand, the five fingers of the hand closed around the great "Rú" character. The giant character resonated with a booming sound, and the primordial qi within the luminous screen surged wildly toward it, causing the massive "Rú" character to swell dramatically once more. Shimmering streaks of gold and silver flashed erratically in the air, and the purple-gold hand remained suspended, unable to descend. "Interesting! Yet, with merely this modest array of abilities, you cannot possibly withstand my strike." Han Li observed the scene, chuckling lightly. As soon as he spoke, his finger, devoid of any visible force, extended and gently pointed toward the sky. A nearly translucent spell flashed briefly into the void, and then the five fingers of the purple-gold hand trembled slightly. At the tips, silver spiritual patterns condensed and coalesced, each forming an intricate and mysterious array that radiated brilliant golden light. Five golden orbs appeared instantly, then rapidly expanded, growing into massive luminous spheres each several zhang in diameter within just a few breaths, and then converged into a single, unified glow. A brilliant golden light shimmered, and at once a vast, golden vortex emerged within the purple-gold hand, spinning rapidly. Amid the roar, the void itself blurred momentarily, and a colossal force—far greater than before— surged forth. Though the silver character "Rú" was exquisitely refined and had absorbed immense celestial and terrestrial vital energies, it could not withstand this overwhelming pressure. With a sharp "crack," the character shattered into fragments. Undeterred, the force pressed down hard upon the figure of "Rú" below. The space beneath distorted instantly, and the white statue cracked and burst apart in an instant. A piercing cry rang out! A sphere of white light, encasing a formless white figure, shot downward—then, in a flash, reabsorbed into Du Yu's physical form. The previously motionless body of Du Yu blinked once, and instantly regained its vitality. But as soon as Fang regained consciousness, he spurted several clots of pure blood from his mouth, his vital energy instantly weakening dramatically. Clearly, the destruction of the Confucian statue had severely injured his true essence. The purple-gold hand, with its five fingers parted, fully enveloped Du Yu's body. Immediately, Du Yu felt the surrounding space tighten, rendering even his fingers immobile; his face turned pale as a sheet, losing all traces of color. At that moment, the descending purple-gold hand suddenly halted, hovering motionless in place, no longer descending. Though the golden vortex vanished, the immense force emanating from the palm remained firmly concentrated below, completely immobilizing Du Yu. By this point, the outcome was unmistakably clear. The elders outside the light shield, though unable to sense the immense power韩立 had just unleashed due to the protective aura blocking their perception, were all stunned to see Du Yu, even after summoning both the sacred image and his precious treasures, still unable to withstand a single, effortless strike from韩立—his performance appearing utterly unequal, as if the gap between them were insurmountable. "Late Stage of Great Perfection!" At this moment, the elders of Tianyuan City, overwhelmed by shock, all simultaneously found themselves thinking this astonishing thought. The bearded man and the plain-looking woman outside were left speechless, their minds nearly blank. As both of them deeply understood Du Yu's true strength, they found it utterly unbelievable. As for Crab Daoist and Silver Moon, they remained calm and composed. Given韩立's attainment of Late Stage of Great Perfection, it was indeed unusual that he failed to decisively defeat a mere Consolidation Stage cultivator in a single strike. At that moment, Han Li's gaze slightly shifted on the light screen, not lingering long on Du Yu who was bound, but instead briefly glancing at the two treasures beside him. The jade scroll and the inkstone-shaped artifacts, having lost their master's control, now emitted a dim glow, swirling and dancing around Du Yu's body with a surprisingly lively spirit. Han Li said nothing. With a gentle gesture, he reached out and summoned the two treasures. No visible phenomenon occurred, yet an invisible, immense force directly pressed upon the two artifacts. "Pffft!" Two sharp sounds, and the two items transformed into bright orbs of spiritual light, swiftly shooting toward Han Li and being caught in his palm. He then lifted them with one hand. The two objects shimmered and fluctuated in his palm, bouncing and twisting incessantly, as if eager to escape. Seeing this, Han Li smiled instead of being annoyed. He brought both hands together, gently pressing and rubbing the two treasures between his palms. Instantly, the two artifacts emitted a mournful cry, their radiant glimmers dispersing completely, and remained still in his palm, no longer moving. "Since you've dared to act against me, these two items shall remain with me for now. Come and retrieve them from me when you yourself attain the stage of Great Perfection." Han Li said calmly to Du Yu across the table, then with a simple flick of his sleeve, grandly tucked the two treasures into his sleeve. With a single step forward, his form blurred and vanished silently at the spot. "Boom!" A terrifying spiritual pressure, powerful enough to crush everything in its path, instantly surged throughout the grand hall. The several cultivators at the combined stage, standing firm, suddenly felt an overwhelming force surge before them, causing their bodies to buckle and retreat in a series of staggered, unsteady steps. Only the yellow-haired man and the ugly woman remained steady, their bodies stiff and faces filled with bewilderment, at a loss as to what to do. However, upon Han Li's calm gaze sweeping over them, both suddenly snapped to attention, instantly bowing deeply in reverence, no longer displaying a single trace of their earlier arrogance.