Han Li, seeing this, naturally no longer hesitated to consider the matter of Mu Lan's sacred bird. With a light exhalation, he shook his sleeve, and a ball of silver flame shot forth, instantly transforming into a silver phoenix that shimmered and vanished in a flash. As soon as the phoenix appeared, it emitted a low cry, its form rapidly swelling to a colossal size—growing into a magnificent creature resembling a purple peacock. With a flutter of its wings, it surged forward, bearing a surge of silver flame toward the opposing purple fire cloud. Before the two giant phoenixes even made contact, the two streams of differently colored fire clouds had already collided. The two phoenixes then swiftly maneuvered, engaging in close-range combat. Amidst a continuous series of sharp cries, two vividly contrasting fire orbs alternately appeared and disappeared beneath the clouds, either crashing into each other with thunderous impact or silently pursuing one another in swift chase. The silver flame and purple cloud intertwined, illuminating nearly half the sky, while the intense heat surged outward in all directions, spreading rapidly. At this moment, the sky above shimmered with golden flashes, and a thousand golden flames erupted above Han Li, crashing down with tremendous force. Han Li remained calm, pressing a hand seal. Suddenly, a ringing sound of swords echoed within him, and seventy-two small, jade-green swords shot forth from various parts of his body. Spinning gracefully in the air, they each transformed into dozens of identical sword beams. Han Li then swept his sleeve upward, exhaled a single character—"Pò"—and instantly, the jade-green sword beams above his head began to hum, rushing upward in dense waves. Each golden flame flashed with a streak of green light, being severed in two by a sword beam, and then instantly shattered as a surge of cold light surged through it. From afar, the elder named Yi's face darkened, yet he quickly pressed a strange hand seal, causing the thousand mirrors behind him to tremble slightly and emit brilliant golden glimmers. Above Han Li, points of luminous light flashed rapidly, accompanied by sharp "shhh" sounds. The golden fragments of light severed suddenly shimmered and transformed into countless golden streaks shooting through the air. "Excellent!" Han Li didn't seem surprised at all; instead, he burst into laughter, pointing a finger toward the sword lights in the sky. The sword lights instantly trembled, then vanished silently, as if they had simply dissolved into the air. At the very next moment, an intense blue light flashed wildly above Han Li's head, forming a dense array of blue sword beams that converged toward the center, eventually coalescing into a large blue lotus flower about one mu in size. The lotus flower gently rotated, and immediately a surge of sword shadows poured forth, interweaving into a dense network of sword qi that fully protected the space above. As the golden streaks plunged into the sword qi, they exploded with brilliant flashes—most were firmly blocked mid-air, while only a few pierced through and passed through, then vanished instantly, absorbed silently by the blue lotus without any sound being heard. Yet at that very moment—crack!—a sound of rushing impact rang out! Suddenly, a ripple passed before Han Li's face, and three slender silver arrows, each about a few feet long, flashed into being, aiming to pierce through his face like lightning. Han Li emitted a light "Ah!" but showed no change in expression. He raised one arm and, with a single finger, sent out a purple-golden pulse forward, striking it three times. The Silver Scroll instantly flashed brilliantly, with certain runes faintly appearing and disappearing. The remaining silver-armored soldiers suddenly expanded in size, growing more than double in stature, yet their movements became unexpectedly swift and lightning-fast. After a few leaps, they materialized in the vicinity of Han Li, raising their weapons and charging forward without hesitation. Their swords, spears, and blades flashed with dazzling intensity, unleashing waves of powerful sword-energy and blade-blades that surged toward Han Li with overwhelming force. The swords, spears, and halberds had not yet reached him, yet a cascade of sharp, cold glimmers sliced down in advance, as though cleaving the gray light curtain in two. Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, and though he made no movement, the gray mist before him coalesced into solid form, bouncing the glimmers off with firm resistance. Then, the gray curtain emitted a resonant hum, instantly transforming into a surge of waves several dozen feet high, pressing down with immense force. The silver-armored soldiers reacted swiftly, raising their weapons and retreating backward. However, as the waves solidified, dense strands of light burst forth from within, swiftly vanishing and piercing through the soldiers' bodies before vanishing again—then, in a sudden twist, they were securely bound in place. Under the weight of the gray wave, the soldiers were completely submerged, utterly powerless to resist. At a distance, an elder of the Yi family saw this, his eyes flashing with ominous light. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and exhaled—a ball of refined energy flashed and merged into the scroll. Instantly, the treasure began to spin wildly. Meanwhile, the silver-scaled soldier, trapped within the hazy glow, suddenly brightened on his surface, bursting forth with a powerful surge of energy. Waves of air surged upward, swelling and rising in the gray light, as if ready to tear the entire luminous curtain apart. Han Li's eyes flickered with a moment of surprise. With a slight movement of his sleeve, he extended one palm and gently pressed it against the gray light, fingers splayed. "Boom!" A deep resonance echoed. The burst of light was then crushed under an irresistible force, dimming and dispersing into scattered silver glimmers. Han Li then glanced upward, and there he saw the Spirit-Burning Phoenix still locked in fierce combat with the purple peacock. Neither of them possessed solid bodies, and both were driven by subtle, mystical flames. To determine a clear victor, it would clearly take far beyond a short time. Han Li narrowed his eyes, drew his gaze back, and said coldly to the elder figure in the distance: "This kind of probing maneuver—please, do not use it anymore. Since you are unwilling to deploy your true powers, then let us see how you fare against Han Li's single strike." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li pressed a hand seal. A flash of golden light erupted from behind him, and a golden form with three heads and six arms materialized. As soon as the form took shape, the three heads simultaneously opened their eyes, and the six arms blurred, each extending a hand toward the void. A thunderous roar erupted in the air, like a burst of lightning. Six golden orbs shot forth from the form, flashing briefly before transforming into six luminous golden spheres, each with a diameter of one zhang. A fierce gust of wind surged, and the six spheres surged forward with determined force, crashing toward the elder. Upon seeing this, the elder named Yi snorted, and with no hesitation, pointed his finger at the void in front of him. The numerous golden mirrors hanging behind immediately emitted a resonant hum. A flash of golden light rippled across each mirror's surface, and from each, a slender thread of gold sprang forth. As these threads converged densely before the elder, they coalesced into an immense, expansive gauze-like net. With a subtle incantation, the elder urged the net, and it trembled slightly before rushing forward to envelop the six golden orbs, each golden thread radiating an intense, brilliant glow—seeming determined to capture all the orbs at once. Though the golden great net was profoundly marvelous, it could not withstand that immense suction force. Upon contact, it immediately emitted a cry and was drawn in, then, under a flash of brilliance, shattered into fragments. Master Yi, startled, suddenly struck his jade pendent suspended at his waist. The pendent emitted a long resonant sound and instantly transformed into a white, misty dragon, which then surged forward, jaws agape, charging toward the vortex. Yet the golden vortex merely released a series of sutra tones, and as more characters surged forth, it also absorbed the dragon, which flashed past it. A moment later, a thunderous roar erupted within the vortex, and Master Yi’s jade pendent instantly turned to fine powder without a sound. This time, Master Yi’s face truly grew pale. Yet as the golden vortex, having lost no further resistance, rolled several times and then appeared at a distance ahead, he regained composure, and at once pressed his palms together in a dual gesture. A low hum rose from behind him, and suddenly, five distinct hues of radiant light surged forth from his back. This five-colored light aura merely spun once before suddenly sweeping forward into the empty space in front. With a soft "pffft," the golden vortex vanished instantly—appearing as though it had simply materialized out of existence. "Five-Colored Divine Light! You're indeed a descendant of the Five-Light Clan of the Fei Ling people!" Although Han Li had already suspected this, the sudden and strange sight left him momentarily stunned, prompting him to exclaim. "Ha ha! I never expected my friend to have such sharp eyesight—right away recognizing the very essence of my being. Well then, if you're so keen, I shall make no further concealment. Allow you to witness the true power of the Five-Colored Divine Light!" The elder named Yi, initially surprised that Han Li had immediately identified his true lineage, quickly grew stern and burst into laughter. Then, he rolled onto the ground. A thunderclap split the clear sky! At once, a five-colored glow unfurled, revealing a five-colored peacock several dozen feet in size, standing upright and calmly scanning Han Li with a cold, piercing gaze. The peacock's eyes shimmered with delicate, crystalline light, radiating a profound