Long Li Dan—White Cheng was no stranger to this name. Back then, even Han Xian had struggled to concoct this fifth-rank pill, and the sheer potency of it was evident from the elders’ expressions. The pill White Cheng had previously taken, named "Shou Li Dan," had only just reached fourth-rank status, and while its effect of enhancing strength over a short period was similar to that of the "Long Li Dan," the magnitude of enhancement was clearly more powerful in the former. When he saw Xiao Yan now pulling out the "Long Li Dan," White Cheng’s face immediately grew stern. "You… you truly are generous," White Cheng said, his voice trembling slightly—uncertain whether it was out of awe or bitterness. "Hmm. If even White Cheng has the courage to take a pill, then as a pharmacist, I certainly can’t fall short." Xiao Yan smiled, revealing a bright row of teeth that sent a chill deep into Bai Cheng's bones. Only now did Bai Cheng realize that the seemingly amiable man before him could be far more terrifying than anyone else when he truly lost his temper. While the Long Force Pill was indeed precious, Xiao Yan already possessed its recipe; as long as he gathered the necessary herbs, producing the pill would not be particularly difficult. Moreover, Bai Cheng's strength was genuinely formidable—something even Xiao Yan had to admit. After unleashing the "Heavenly Fire Triple Transformation," Xiao Yan could only hold his own against him, yet maintaining this stalemate would ultimately prove most disadvantageous to him. The Three Great Transformations of Heavenly Fire indeed greatly enhance a person's strength, yet they come with a time limit. Once that limit expires, Xiao Yan's strength will significantly diminish, and at that point, the situation may become even more dire. With Bai Cheng now taking the initiative to use pills, Xiao Yan has gained an additional option. Originally, he had planned to hold firm and then unleash a decisive attack such as "Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus." However, under the current watchful eyes of all present, he wasn't particularly eager to reveal one of his key reserves. Though it's well known among many that he possesses an exceptionally powerful Fire Lotus technique, most have only heard of it without having seen it in action. With so many strong competitors on the field and keen observers, it would be ideal to conserve his reserve moves as much as possible. This way, when facing his true adversaries later, these unexpected surprises could prove even more effective. Thus, when Xiao Yan saw Bai Cheng had already taken the pill first, he was not only pleased but also suddenly had ample grounds to use the "Dragon Power Pill"—and now, he could even retaliate against Bai Cheng. "Bai Cheng really is making things difficult for himself," the spectators on the stands murmured in quiet admiration, seeing his visibly displeased expression. With his two fingers gently rubbing the smooth pill, Xiao Yan placed it in his mouth, slowly chewed it, and with a simple swallow, swallowed it down. As the pill entered his body, within an instant, a surge of intense warmth erupted from within, swiftly flowing through his meridians like a rushing flood. Wherever this warm current passed, Xiao Yan felt as though his entire body had been instantly filled with strength—so abundant and satisfying was the sensation that he almost felt compelled to roar aloud. The body twisted violently, producing a series of crisp, clear bone-cracking sounds that rang out throughout the battlefield, a continuous resonance lasting nearly two to three minutes. After consuming the "Dragon Power Pill," Xiao Yan suddenly noticed that Bai Cheng seemed slightly shorter. He was taken aback, lowering his gaze to examine his own form—and was astonished to realize that it wasn't Bai Cheng who had shrunk, but rather his own body had grown significantly taller than before. Previously, Xiao Yan had appeared somewhat slender, but now his frame was nearly on par with Yan Hao's imposing stature. This transformation in Xiao Yan's physique left the spectators on the stands equally stunned. They gazed at the prominent, snake-like veins pulsing across his arms, and couldn't help but wipe a bead of sweat from their brows. Was this the effect of a fifth-rank pill? It seemed rather strong—perhaps even a bit excessive. Of course, amidst the awe, many people sighed at Xiao Yan's wasteful behavior—after all, it was a fifth-rank pill, used to treat just one Bai Cheng. Isn't that a bit underutilizing such a valuable resource? Clenching his fists tightly and punching the air in front of him several times, with no trace of qi at all, Xiao Yan merely relied on his raw physical strength. He could clearly hear the sonic booms generated each time his fists struck the air. With the powerful gust of wind, each punch compressed an invisible air projectile, which then burst forth forcefully. When these air projectiles landed on the ground, a deep, resonant sound followed, leaving behind a noticeable indentation or crater. Indeed, it was no surprise that the fifth-rank pill proved so remarkably effective. A mighty, surging force within him stirred a strong impulse in Xiao Yan to grab something and beat it senseless. Raising his head, he fixed a disapproving gaze upon Bai Shan. With a cold laugh, silver light shimmered on the soles of his feet. A gentle shake of his body sent him materializing before Bai Cheng like a ghost—his speed now even more astonishing than before. Bai Cheng had long since experienced the sheer brilliance of Xiao Yan's speed, always remaining alert. As soon as Xiao Yan began to move, Bai Cheng instantly tensed, his long spear enveloped in deep yellow combat energy, then drove it with a fierce, direct thrust toward Xiao Yan. After taking the "Long-Force Pill," Xiao Yan found not only his strength had surged dramatically, but his perception had also sharpened significantly. Although Bai Cheng's lance was concealed within the aura, making it difficult to discern its attack traces, Xiao Yan still subtly tilted his head to the left, narrowly avoiding the sharp lance wind. At the same time, his left hand shot out swiftly, catching the lance shaft as it passed by his ear. The powerful force in his palm instantly stabilized the lance, which was brimming with robust aura, preventing it from moving an inch. With the lance caught, Bai Cheng's expression darkened noticeably. He spun his right hand, rapidly forming deep yellow aura at his palm, which then compressed swiftly. In a matter of moments, a compact brown glow the size of a palm took shape. With a sharp cry, he launched the glow directly at Xiao Yan. "Xuan-Tu Condensed Spiral!" The compact, brownish light sphere clearly exhibited intense aggression. Though several feet away from Xiao Yan, it had already generated sharp gusts of wind during this period, with deep yellow light arcs forming indentations on its surface. The air in front of the sphere seemed to be being stripped away as if pulled apart at this very moment. The brownish light sphere rapidly expanded in the dark pupils of Bai Cheng, yet Xiao Yan showed no signs of retreat. His abundant inner strength urgently needed to be released. Facing Bai Cheng's sharp assault, Xiao Yan hesitated not at all. With his broad palm clenched into a fist, he forcefully drove it toward the brownish light sphere. Though he did not employ a single drop of qi, the sharp sonic boom resonated like the sound of firecrackers within the battlefield. "Boom!" In just a few feet, they were face to face—no time for thought, and with a single punch and a palm strike, the force of impact crashed together. Instantly, a brilliant, thunderous roar erupted in the air above the arena, sending out a powerful ripple of energy that surged outward from the point of contact. The solid floor beneath them trembled, as if plowed by a team of oxen. The dust swirling in the arena swiftly settled, revealing Xiao Yan's imposing figure. Observing his stance, it appeared he had merely retreated one step. The deep-yellow lance he held now faced the crowd. Who had truly emerged victorious in that intense exchange? With his hands firmly gripping the lance, Xiao Yan casually glanced at Bai Cheng, whose face was pale with displeasure, then casually tossed the lance out of the battlefield. Whether intentionally or not, the lance landed precisely where Bai Cheng had previously knocked the Xuan Zhong Chi off the ground. "Hmm," Xiao Yan smiled at Bai Cheng, yet the smile carried no warmth—cold and distant, as if carved from ice. Bai Cheng's lips slightly curled, his fiery impulse nearly making him want to spew flames at Xiao Yan's arrogant demeanor. Yet, amid his rage, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of regret—had he not taken the elixir, he could have used this moment to mock his opponent. Now, however, he was left helpless, like someone forced to swallow bitter medicine without being able to speak a word. Bai Cheng only needed less than ten seconds to solidify his armor. As the armor was about to take form, Xiao Yan suddenly moved with ghostly grace, his fist striking Bai Cheng with fierce, powerful force. A mocking coldness flickered in his gaze. Under the watchful eyes of all present, Xiao Yan stepped forward, reappearing before Bai Cheng. With his fingers tightly clenched and his fist drawn to his abdomen, he suddenly launched it—his expression deepening into a dark, scornful smile. "Eight Extremes Collapse!" As the punch reached mid-course, the force shifted abruptly, forming an incisive, powerful gust of wind upon the fist, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom so loud that even across the entire arena, it was clearly audible. At that moment, Bai Cheng, who had been calmly observing with a smirk, was struck by genuine shock and fear.