"There's no way this is something so easily grasped—I've only just begun to understand the very basics. As for the conflict below, I'd be grateful if Master Yi could continue to lend his strength. The opponent is indeed a strong mid-stage transcendental cultivator; how could I possibly face him alone? I can only assist Master Yi from the sidelines." The young lady in a crimson skirt smiled warmly at the elder. The elder roared softly, and as his scroll blurred slightly, it burst into countless silver runes that coalesced into a solid, gleaming armor, sealing him completely. At the same time, the golden bronze mirror in his other hand flared brightly, then split into two, transforming into two massive golden swords. With a simple motion of his arms, he grasped each sword firmly in his hands. At the same time, the elder of the Yi surname felt a surge of warmth flowing through his body, his strength suddenly multiplying by several times. A surge of fierce rage erupted from within, causing blood vessels to appear across his eyes, and his battle spirit surged. "The Bloodthirsty Technique—excellent! Exactly what I've been looking for!" With a booming laugh, he no longer hesitated, shaking his arms vigorously. The silver light radiating from him burst forth from the light curtain, while two golden sword energies, each over a hundred paces long, surged forward with powerful momentum, tearing through the air with a loud crackling sound, as if splitting the sky in two. Two beams of golden sword energy slammed hard against Jishi Mountain. Yet the three peaks only trembled slightly, effortlessly deflecting both sword energies. However, the elder named Yi's eyes flashed with fierce determination. He threw his two massive swords simultaneously into the air, then began chanting again. Instantly, a deep resonance echoed through the sky. The two great swords, radiating countless streaks of golden light, fused into one, forming a single blade stretching over a thousand zhang, and then struck down with renewed force. Within the golden glow, thunder and wind roared fiercely. "Excellent!" Han Li coldly exhaled. As the giant ape he had transformed into, he pressed seals with all six of his arms. From within his body, seventy small blue swords burst forth, swiftly transforming into a dense network of blue light that converged into a single, towering blade hundreds of zhang long. Under the impetus of Han Li's sword technique, this great blade emitted a clear, resonant sound and rose gracefully toward the heavens. A thunderous crash followed as the two great blades struck each other solidly. A series of sharp crackling sounds echoed through the air, golden and cyan sword energies weaving through the sky, their brilliance so intense it nearly blinded onlookers. The two massive blades stood locked in a tense standoff. Seeing this, the elder frowned, pointing his fingers toward the sky in rapid succession, channeling his inner qi into the blades through the air. In an instant, the golden blade shone with intensified cold radiance, golden filaments bursting forth in streams. At the same time, the giant ape below lifted all three of its heads, opened its mouth, and expelled three thick golden arcs—each vanishing swiftly into the void. Then, a surge of electric flashes erupted across the surface of the cyan blade, transforming into countless golden serpents that surged directly toward the golden blade. A deep thud! The cyan blade, struck by the combined force of its own cyan light and the golden serpents, shattered piece by piece within moments. This sight left the elder of the Yi family momentarily stunned. But at that moment, the giant ape suddenly revealed its fierce form, then stepped forward without hesitation. As its body blurred, it mysteriously vanished where it had stood. Upon seeing this, the elder of the Yi surname gasped, suddenly shouting, "Xing, friend!" He then pressed a hand seal, and five-colored halos radiating from his body instantly bloomed into an eight-sided, five-colored crystalline shield that encircled his entire form from all sides. With a swift hand motion, he summoned a purple-black wooden ruler, which materialized and spun continuously as a translucent shadow within his palm. The elder of the Yi surname emitted a cold sneer, slightly shifting his feet to glide backward, while the ethereal silhouette of his purple-black wooden ruler emitted a series of sharp "shush-shush" sounds, launching countless bursts of purple light. Yet, facing the sweeping wave of purple light, the golden form did not flinch or retreat—it instead surged forward with unwavering determination. A resounding series of metallic impacts erupted. The purple light striking the golden form mostly rebounded off, flashing and deflecting, with only a few managing to pierce through the golden aura and enter its body. Immediately, a pungent, foul odor spread out, momentarily halting the advance of the golden form. Seeing this, the elder of the Yi surname's face briefly brightened with satisfaction. Though the purple light appeared unremarkable, each beam was actually exquisitely toxic, containing an eerie component capable of disrupting spiritual awareness—such that even a being at the Great Stage of Advancement would be far from unharmed. This was precisely one of his masterstrokes. Yet, at the very next moment, something unexpected caused the elder's eyes to widen in surprise. Jin Ying's three faces showed no expression, and after his six arms blurred into a vague form, countless fist-images instantly surged forth, densely converging toward the elder, rushing in with relentless force. As his body moved again, he surged forward once more. Those dozens of purple spines seemed to have no effect at all on him. Witnessing this scene, the elder could hardly believe his eyes; beads of sweat rolled down his back, yet immediately, he clenched his teeth and instead drew upon his inner qi, spitting out a small green seal. As the seal fluttered in the wind, it expanded to the size of a water cistern, shimmering with faint runes, and then crashed straight toward the elder. It appeared he had truly resolved to fight Han Li to the death, showing no intention of retreating or feinting. Yet even before the green seal made direct contact with the fist-images, an odd gravitational pull surged forth from within it, drawing the images aside. With a sudden shift, all the fist-images slid automatically to either side of the void. However, the golden figure that surged forward after him remained unaffected, and in a single flash, he bodily collided with the green seal. The elder of the Yi surname was first startled, but then grew exceedingly delighted. That jade seal was precisely his own life-bestowing treasure, though it could not compare in splendor to the heavenly artifacts, its strength and durability were absolutely unmatched. He could not believe that the opponent's mere physical form could truly overcome such a treasure. Indeed, after a resonant sound like a great bell, the golden light and green script burst forth in a brilliant explosion. The golden figure staggered, instinctively retreating several steps backward, momentarily unable to steady himself. At that very moment, as a wave of bloodiness rose from his back, a massive blood-red wolf's head appeared silently. With a sudden, unexpected bite, it seized the golden figure's waist, its sharp fangs penetrating several inches deep. The golden figure trembled, and in a flash, his six arms extended, striking the wolf's face with six golden palms that swept through the air like a gust of wind. Seeing this, the blood-draped maiden fixed her gaze, murmuring incantations and swiftly pressing her hand seals, striking the great wolf's head in succession. The wolf's visage immediately blurred, allowing the golden fist to pass straight through its head, yet its massive mouth clung firmly to the golden shadow's waist, attempting to tear it apart by heaving its head. Despite its efforts, it could not succeed. From afar, the elder named Yi saw this scene and was filled with delight. His face hardened, and with a blur of his hands, the purple-black wooden ruler suddenly transformed into a cluster of long, purple-black spears. With a motion of his arm, he prepared to hurl them directly at the golden shadow. However, at that very moment, a gentle breeze swept through the void behind him, and suddenly, another golden figure appeared silently. Taking a single step, it materialized right beside the elder, close at hand. With two golden fists, each adorned with intricate silver patterns, it struck out without a sound. Upon observing the figure's face, it was clearly another golden giant ape. Yet, a subtle purple glow subtly emanated from its body, and a series of silver patterns flowed continuously across its entire form. This colossal ape was indeed韩立's true form. The three-armed, six-limbed golden shadow, however, had been peeled off from his body and was deliberately manipulated by a strand of divine consciousness to draw the attention of the elder and the young woman in crimson robes. Though lacking the Buddha-Saint Golden Body,韩立's true form was no less formidable—his mountainous, giant ape form fully activated, combined with the complete execution of the Hundred Meridians Immortal Treasure Technique, matched the strength of his earlier state without a single compromise. The young woman below, witnessing this scene, grew pale and, as she attempted to speak again, found herself too late. As a great master of the Great Perfection stage, the elder, though not reminded by the young woman, immediately sensed the anomaly behind him and, in surprise, instinctively moved his arm, hurling his long spear backward with force. "Crash!" The spear's purple light, just as it was launched, was forcefully stopped and sent flying by a single punch from韩立. Then, with a slightly blurred motion, another punch landed squarely upon the crystalline shield behind the elder.