Above the sky, two figures mysteriously materialized—one in golden robes, the other in silver. Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that their faces were almost identical, both with white hair and white beards, their features as if carved from the same mold. Even the inner court's senior elders were familiar with their reputations, so their expressions subtly changed. These so-called Golden and Silver Masters were among the top two strongest contenders on the Black Angle Domain's Black List. As twin brothers who had mastered identical cultivation techniques, when acting separately, their combined strength only matched that of peak Battle Sovereigns. Yet when facing off together, they formed a powerful synergy, offering a solid chance even against Battle Emperors. Thus, their renown within the elite ranks of the Black Angle Domain was considerable, even reaching the ears of the inner court elders. "You both wish to get involved in this?" Su Qian said, his voice low and somber. "Each one has been entrusted with a task and carries what he needs—there's really no choice." The elder in golden robes smiled at Su Qian and said. "Su Elder, I still think you should hand over the strange flames to Han Feng. If the Headmaster were here, we wouldn't have agreed to this deal at all. Unfortunately, that old man has been silent for so many years—either he's passed away or simply vanished." The elder in silver robes spoke with a slightly sharp tone, and his voice and intonation were surprisingly identical to that of the golden-robed elder. "Hmph, dreaming too much! I'd like to see what's so special about these two elders—gold and silver—who are said to be able to fight beyond their ranks together. Even if the Headmaster isn't here, you two won't be able to make a scene!" Su Qian replied with a cold smile. "Then, your inner courtyard's strongest warriors must be quite insufficient." "The golden-robed elder chuckled, saying that although Han Feng's side had fewer people, their strength far surpassed that of the academy's senior elders—indeed, in actual combat, each could easily hold their own against two, or even three opponents. Su Qian's face remained cold, unwilling to waste further words. With a slight rotation of his palms, a surge of powerful qi erupted from his palms, shaking the very space around them. 'Senior Elder Su,' Han Feng said, after a moment of hesitation, 'one final time—will you hand over the Strange Fire, or not?' As the delay continued, Han Feng's patience began to wear thin. Gazing at Su Qian and his companions, he spoke calmly. Su Qian remained expressionless. In response to Han Feng's question, he merely swept his sleeve, launching a powerful qi blade that shot forth suddenly from his sleeve, aimed directly at Han Feng. 'Hmph!' Su Qian's initial attack caused Su Qian's expression to grow steadily colder. With a cold exhalation, he curled his fingers and released a deep blue flame that formed in his palm. Then, with a gentle sweep, he met the qi blade head-on. "Boom!" A resonant crash echoed as the energy ripple radiating outward sent Han Feng staggering back a step before he managed to steady himself. Though aided by the unique fire, Su Qian, as a Douzong-level master, held his own in direct confrontation and didn't gain a clear advantage. With no pause, Su Qian surged forward, transforming into a streak of lightning aimed straight at Han Feng. "Heh, Old Su," smiled Han Feng, his golden and silver forms suddenly appearing before Su Qian, their faces bright with amusement. As Su Qian's attack surged forward, the two instantly grasped hands, and a powerful, vibrant green qi erupted forth. Twisting his body to dodge the surging pale green qi shot forth, Su Qian moved swiftly and instantly appeared before the two elder masters,金银. At once, the three sets of palm winds intersected, sending a continuous series of deep, thunderous palm gusts that cut through the dazzling array of shifting shadows. Seeing Su Qian now caught between the two elders, Han Feng turned his gaze toward Hu Qi and the others, then waved his hand, turning to smile warmly at the large group behind him. "Now, I'll need you all to hold the others in place—I'll go down and break the seal." "Just some Palace Masters, nothing special. We'll handle them. Besides, what is the taste of the blood of the Inner Palace Elder like? I've never tasted it before," said Fan Lu, the Blood Sect's abbot, his expression dark and watchful as he fixed his gaze on Hu Qi and the others. Since the sudden death of his only son in the Black Angle Region, with no trace of the killer found, Fan Lu's naturally gloomy disposition had grown increasingly erratic—now prone to sudden outbursts of violence, often resorting to killing and drawing blood with ruthless determination. "Hehe, then thank you all. Once the matter is settled, Han Feng will surely repay you handsomely." Han Feng bowed to Fan Lu and the others, his deep blue aura wings behind him gently vibrating as he turned toward the Tian Fen Qi Tower. "Halt them!" Seeing this, Hu Qi raised his hand, and nearly thirty strong students from the academy surged forth, sweeping across the sky and blocking Han Feng's path. "Hah! Your opponents are us..." A dozen figures burst forth suddenly, carrying the scent of fresh blood, forming a direct confrontation with the academy's forces. Han Feng chuckled, shifting his stance and continuing his descent toward the Tian Fen Qi Tower. As the thirty academy warriors began to move, the dozen peak-tier black-angled domain champions before them swiftly surged forward, generating powerful gusts of wind that slammed into them with great force. In the blink of an eye, the entire line of thirty warriors was completely divided. Above the sky, the battle erupted suddenly and fiercely. The students at a distance had no clear understanding of what was unfolding in the heavens, but once the battle began, the continuous roar of energy explosions caused their faces to subtly pale. By now, they could reasonably deduce that the mysterious figures who had appeared unexpectedly must be here to cause trouble. Even though they knew this, several students wished to lend a hand, yet the battle unfolding high above proved beyond their reach. They could only watch in growing dismay as the intense clashes unfolded in the sky, silently praying that the senior elders within the inner courtyard would drive these unwelcome guests away. As the sky battle commenced, Han Feng spread his wings and materialized atop the Tianfen Qi Tower, gazing at the darkly glowing energy membrane below. Just as he prepared to act, a sharp gust of wind suddenly erupted above his head! Frowning slightly, Han Feng vibrated his wings to evade the gust of wind, then slowly lifted his head to find Hu Qi staring at him with an icy expression. "Don't even think of challenging my unique flame!" Hu Qi spoke firmly, rapidly gathering the powerful qi in his hands. "With just you, I doubt you could stop me." Observing Hu Qi, who had unexpectedly broken away from the main battle group, Han Feng was slightly surprised. Yet he smiled, confident in his own strength—especially with the unique flame's aid—since among the Duke-level fighters, few could pose a real challenge. Though Hu Qi stood at the peak of Duke-level strength, he didn't seem particularly wary. "Then let's find out," Hu Qi scoffed, saying no more. A powerful aura surged from within him, and as the qi erupted, it immediately enveloped Han Feng, who had slightly furrowed his brows. Instantly, both fighters blurred into indistinct forms, engaging in a fierce clash. Thus, above the sky, the battlefield erupted into complete chaos, with nearly every sight filled with intense combat—energy blasts exploding like firecrackers, crackling and booming incessantly. On the ground, Xiao Yan gazed in astonishment at the tumultuous clashes above. Su Qian had been pinned down by the so-called Gold and Silver Elders, Huo Gan was locked in fierce battle with Han Feng, and the other elders were being held firmly by the heads of the Blood Sect and other powerful factions, often having to face off against two or even three opponents at once—yet despite being outnumbered, they managed to hold their own. It was clear that the gap between a Duke-Class and a Sovereign-Class warrior was far from negligible. As his eyes strained to absorb the flurry of action, Xiao Yan sighed internally and asked, "Master, what should we do now?" "Only wait," the Elder Yao replied promptly. "In such a widespread battle, you simply can't go off alone to break the seals—otherwise, you'd become the target of everyone's attention." Nodding slightly, Xiao Yan had no choice but to follow suit and once again huddled beneath the shield of the flames. However, just as he had nearly concealed himself, a sharp gust of wind suddenly burst forth from the sky, startling the purple-cloud wings on his back and causing him to leap upward, narrowly avoiding the blow. Although this maneuver successfully deflected the attack, it also revealed his presence. Fortunately, the people who had been startled did not immediately launch an assault upon Xiao Yan, and he himself was unwilling to remain in the sky, where the turbulent streams of energy flowed everywhere. Thus, he quickly enveloped his body in Qing Fire Qi and prepared to retreat. As Xiao Yan was about to step back, suddenly, at a point in the sky where the Blood Sect's master, Fan Lao, was engaged in a vigorous battle with three top-tier Battle Kings, his gaze drifted casually over to Xiao Yan—and then, it suddenly fixed upon him! The figure enveloped in emerald flame energy... This seemingly familiar silhouette stirred a sudden surge of crimson in Fan Lao's eyes. Through a subtle sense of awareness, he knew beyond doubt that this figure was the very same one he had extracted from the blood of his deceased son—the mirror-image of the murderer. The killer of his son, long sought in vain, had unexpectedly appeared here, in this very moment! "Little scamp, you've been hard to find! May you accompany my son to the afterlife!"