Han Feng stared at the young man in the black robe beyond the city of Feng, his face dark with emotion. Though his heart surged with tumult, he couldn't believe it—this very person, who had even made the "Sea Heart Flame" hesitate, was none other than this one! While his thoughts raced, a few questions arose. Though Xiao Yan also controlled the Qinglian Earth Heart Flame, this particular flame ranked behind the "Sea Heart Flame" on the List of Unique Flares. How could it be so intimidated? And this situation hadn't existed even two years ago. "What has happened to this young man over the past two years?" His eyes flickered with uncertainty. He could already sense, perhaps, that this transformation was closely tied to Xiao Yan's absence during those two years. "Heh. It's been two years since we last saw each other—didn't expect you to have grown so impressive." "Above the sky, Xiao Yan gazed at Han Feng, whose face had been shifting between stormy and composed, and smiled gently, saying, 'Back then, you were lucky to have saved your life—do you still have that same fortune today?' Faced with Xiao Yan's clearly pointed remarks, Han Feng instantly grew furious, laughing bitterly, 'How arrogant of you! Back then, when you dared to challenge me, you merely borrowed my strength—what's so grand about that? That old man, surely, is still within you.' With Han Feng's senses comparable to those of a Battle Sect master, he had indeed sensed subtle traces of Xiao Yan's presence when he was drawing upon the Elder's power—though at the time, matters had been too urgent to pay much attention. In the past two years, however, as Xiao Yan's strength surged suddenly and his soul energy began to feel distinctly familiar, Han Feng quickly pieced together the truth. 'Today, I will use my own strength to assist my teacher in clearing the way,' Xiao Yan said, his smile carrying an unmistakable, silent intensity—laced with clear, unyielding resolve. "I'm afraid you don't have the credentials, little brother," Han Feng冷ly remarked. Now that Xiao Yan was still alive, Han Feng knew that the matter of Yao Long's past death—once it became known—could no longer be concealed. Thus, his words carried no further disguise. Deep down, he harbored even more sinister intentions. Though Yao Long had not yet passed away, he now existed only in a spiritual state. The mysterious organization, with its eerie atmosphere, was deeply interested in such a powerful spiritual entity. Once word spread, the organization would naturally come knocking. And then, Xiao Yan would surely face endless pursuits and relentless attacks. As for the mysterious organization specializing in gathering soul-bodied beings from the continent, Han Feng had long-standing connections with them. Indeed, the assassination of the Ye Elder back then would have been impossible without their involvement—given the Ye Elder's peak strength, even with a favorable timing advantage, he could not have been easily defeated by a single opponent. A True Battle Sovereign, a legendary-tier powerhouse, was no mere title. The very term Han Feng used to describe Xiao Yan caused both parties' powerful figures in the sky to pause, and only after a moment did they exchange unusual glances among themselves. Han Feng's former master, Ye Chen, was a renowned figure across the continent—though years had passed, many still remembered his name. Now, hearing Han Feng refer to Xiao Yan as one of Ye Chen's disciples, it seemed surprising: hadn't Ye Chen already passed away? Then, how could there still be other disciples? Moreover, these two disciples not only lacked any sense of brotherhood, but seemed more like mortal enemies... A host of bewildered, unanswered questions filled the minds of everyone, leaving them utterly confused. Nevertheless, regardless of the circumstances, Han Feng's designation seemed to elevate Xiao Yan's status significantly. As a disciple of the Medicine Master, this title alone would undoubtedly elevate his reputation—after all, as a legendary master of pharmaceutical arts, Master Yao's achievements in the field remained unmatched even today. "Your words are quite weighty, Elder. The Strange Fire is born of heaven and earth, accessible to all; yet the sealing method used in the Inner Court is indeed impractical. I merely wish for it to escape that life of constraint—this seems perfectly reasonable." Han Feng smiled, his words dignified and full of righteousness. Yet none of the present guests were fools, nor even the common citizens of Feng City were convinced. In Black Horn Domain, the concept of justice rarely holds weight—interests, after all, are supreme. Su Qian glanced at Han Feng with a quiet, composed expression, saying, "There's no need for you to keep harping on this. I've come today with just one matter." "What is it?" "To dissolve the 'Black Alliance.'" "Su Qian spoke calmly. Today's "Black Alliance" is nearly the strongest coalition in Black Angle Domain, and it frequently keeps the Canaan Academy under constant watch. Over the past two years, the "Black Alliance" has become an ever-present thorn in Su Qian's side—should it not be removed, he would find it impossible to rest or eat. Gradually, the smile on Han Feng's face faded as he shook his head with a scoff, "What childishness from the Grand Elder! Do you truly believe the Canaan Academy has the strength to dissolve our 'Black Alliance'?" "Then let's find out," Su Qian said, expression unchanged, offering no further words. With a slow step forward, the formidable aura of a Douzong-level cultivator surged forth from within him, spreading out like a dense cloud, enveloping all the elite warriors of Black Angle Domain. Su Qian has gathered a large number of powerful figures here today, all with the aim of completely eradicating the "Black Alliance"—this persistent cancer—and to finally cleanse the disgrace that has weighed upon them. Thus, any words spoken are merely preludes, ultimately determined by the outcome of the battle between the two sides. "Hahahaha! Su Elder is truly impressive. Have you taken any fewer setbacks over the past two years? Do you still persist in seeking your own suffering?" Suddenly, a series of sharp, mocking laughter echoes through the air, as two figures—one golden, one silver—flash through the sky like lightning, coming to stand face-to-face with Su Qian. Their powerful energies intertwine, then converge, surging upward together, fully countering and pressing down upon Su Qian's own aura. In the Black Corner Region, aside from these so-called Golden and Silver Elders, who else could possibly stand equal to Su Qian? "Since Su Qian Elder insists on bringing trouble to our 'Black Alliance,' then we shall not hesitate to withhold any courtesy." Han Feng gave a cold smile, then fixed a fierce gaze on Xiao Yan, and sneered, "Considering that you've brought such a splendid gift, I won't make the Canan Academy suffer too much." "Black Alliance, listen up!" His eyes suddenly sharpened. With a sweeping motion of his hand, he commanded coldly, "As the strongest alliance in Black Angular Region, if today we let these fellows trample us, no one will dare to join us in the future. Therefore, show me your true strength—let these old fellows, who only teach students, realize that the Black Alliance is no soft target to be squeezed at will!" "Yes!" As Han Feng's voice fell, the numerous black-angled domain leaders, who had grown increasingly impatient, erupted in cheers, and one after another, powerful waves of气势 surged forth, their faces filled with fierce, mocking smiles as they gazed upon the ranks of the Canaan Academy outside the city. Over the past two years, every time the Canaan Academy had come to cause trouble, they had returned disheveled and humbled—thus, their once-fond apprehension had now given way to confidence. "Back then, these people attacked our inner courtyard, nearly destroying it entirely—this is a debt that must be repaid. Today is the day we finally settle this score. If you want to avoid returning once again in such a humiliating manner, then each of you must give everything—your lives!" Su Qian's breathing grew heavy at that moment, bloodshot eyes reflecting the strain of the past two years of battles against the "Black Alliance." Now, with Xiao Yan's strong support joining the ranks, the time for reclaiming their honor had finally arrived. Hearing Su Qian's roar, the faces of the inner courtyard strongholds instantly flushed with indignation. Their frustration was no less than Su Qian's. Though the Black Angle region had been full of behind-the-scenes maneuvers in the past, no one had dared to challenge the Cantan Academy so openly. But over the past two years of setbacks, these individuals had grown increasingly arrogant—now even viewing the inner courtyard as insignificant, which was a profound humiliation to them. Strong currents of power surged forth. While the inner courtyard warriors were slightly less powerful individually compared to the Black Alliance, their numerical advantage compensated, resulting in a balanced clash of气势 between the two sides. "Xiao Yan, take charge of Han Feng—he's a crucial figure. If he manages to break free from you, he could very well decide the outcome of this battle. Therefore, no matter what, you must keep him engaged until I defeat the two elders, Jin and Yin!" Su Qian turned to Xiao Yan, his tone grave. "Thus, your importance cannot be matched by anyone else!" "Though I won't boast that I'll personally eliminate him right here and now, at the very least, he won't have the time to intervene elsewhere—on that point, I can guarantee it." Xiao Yan smiled slightly and spoke softly. "Then that's settled! Whether or not my inner academy comes back looking disheveled today depends entirely on you!" Su Qian exhaled a deep breath, knowing well Xiao Yan's nature—he would never say such a thing unless he was certain. Xiao Yan nodded with a gentle smile, lifting his gaze slightly, his eyes slowly settling on Han Feng above the city. With a soft murmur, barely audible to anyone but the two of them, he whispered, "I'm taking your unique fire!" Han Feng's lips curled with a faint, cold smile, then he slightly tilted his head, his calm voice echoing through the sky—completely breaking the tense atmosphere. "Kill them. Show no mercy!"