The delicate jade hands seemed to emerge directly from the void, causing no ripple at all—appearingly fragile and weak—yet they held the chain, imbued with immense force, firmly immovable. The sudden intervention left everyone momentarily stunned, their gaze slowly shifting along the graceful limbs until it settled upon a beautiful woman, her body exquisitely poised and vibrant, with a face of almost perfect, alluring charm. She was a vision of grace. This was the first impression this woman, whose face had always remained cool and composed, gave to others—where coolness met elegance, creating a profound and unusual allure for men. The pale chin curved subtly, lending an unmistakable air of dignity and self-assurance. This was no ordinary woman's pride; it was the regal, dignified composure of someone truly of high standing. What attracts men is precisely this air of dignity. The more dignified and noble a woman becomes, the greater the sense of unparalleled satisfaction one feels when she is lifted to that height—though, of course, if she is momentarily out of her senses, this satisfaction may diminish considerably, as was the case with Xiao Yan at the time. When the crowd realized that the woman who had intercepted the chain attack was none other than such a graceful and charming beauty, they were all momentarily stunned. Yet, despite their astonishment, none of them were mere amateurs. From the way she had entered the scene earlier—so unusual and striking—it was clear that her strength surpassed that of anyone present. The sharp tip of the iron chain hovered just one inch from Xiao Yan's forehead, its faintly radiating cold glow causing fine goosebumps to rise all over his body. He could imagine that if the interception had occurred just a moment later, his head would have splattered like a watermelon that had been dropped to the ground—bursting into countless fragments with a loud, crisp sound. His eyes were fixed intently on the iron spike, magnified countless times within his pupils. He strained his throat, rolling it slightly, then slightly tilted his head, and immediately the cold face of the Queen of Medusa came into view. "You..." He hesitated, surprised that it was precisely this queen—constantly pursuing and hunting him—who had saved him. Hadn't she, after all, developed some complex feelings toward him following that incident? As thoughts swirled in his mind, the Queen of Medusa didn't even move her eyes. With her free hand, she simply turned and delivered a firm, unceremonious palm strike to his chest. The force sent him staggering back several steps, his already weakened body jolted violently until he finally collapsed to the ground with a clumsy, ungraceful thud. Crashing to the ground, he clutched his chest, coughing hard. What in the world was this woman trying to do? He wanted to save him, yet treated him so harshly—had that previous palm strike been any stronger, he might have killed him outright. "Unfortunately," looking at the now lying韩枫, still breathing weakly, Xiao Yan murmured with regret in his heart. Though he only needed one more strike with the ruler to finish him off, he was now utterly exhausted, barely able to lift himself to his feet. Under Xiao Yan's deeply regretful gaze, the Queen of Medusa, who had been gripping the chain, suddenly lowered her head and glanced at the still-unconscious Han Feng on the ground. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if somewhat displeased by a man's proximity to her now. Then, under the weight of countless eyes, she raised her long, graceful legs and delivered a heavy kick to Han Feng's waist and abdomen. A seemingly casual kick, however, generated a sharp gust of wind at its peak, directly gouging a substantial depression into the ground—clearly, this blow would not merely be bearable for Han Feng, even in his currently injured state. Any other fully active Duohuang-level warrior would have found it difficult to withstand. As the jade leg swung, the entire plain fell into an eerie stillness. "Thud!" The slender jade foot struck solidly against Han Feng's waist, its force surging forth like a tidal wave. Instantly, the crowd watched in stunned silence as Han Feng's body lifted off the ground with a deep, resonant thud, arching into a parabolic trajectory before crashing down—landing precisely atop a massive boulder. The sound of his bones fracturing rang out sharply against the otherwise tranquil plain. At that moment, nearly everyone believed that even if Han Feng were truly a reincarnated powerhouse, he might not survive this blow. Impressive! "Good Lord, that's stunning!" The seated Xiao Yan stared in open amazement at the Queen Medusa's sudden move. Only when the heavy impact of Han Feng's foot struck the massive stone did he regain his composure, a surge of exhilaration flooding his face. He slapped the ground hard, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and even burst out with a coarse expletive, his heart pounding with sheer emotion. Yet, as soon as those words fell from his lips, two sharp, icy eyes pierced him like blades, forcing him to instantly close his mouth. He managed a shy smile, subtly shifting his rearward to avoid the Queen's wrath—she was known to dispatch her enemies as easily as chickens. With his current state, a single kick from her would likely leave him no better off than Han Feng. Outside the plain, whether from the Black Angle Domain or the Inner Courtyard, everyone fell silent. No one had expected the reigning peak-tier powerhouse of the Black Angle Domain to be defeated so decisively—by a woman's single foot! This... this seems rather comical, doesn't it? From afar, Su Qian kept his gaze fixed on Medusa. While others might not notice, he could sense that the seemingly casual kicks—first one, then the other—actually carried a subtle, genuine threat. Clearly, the kick aimed at Han Feng wasn't merely an effort to clear space; rather, it appeared as though she truly intended to kill Han Feng. "Has she had a grudge against Han Feng? But why hasn't anyone in Black Corner heard of such a formidable warrior before?" Su Qian murmured to himself, puzzled. "Hahahaha! I never thought Han Feng would meet his end at the hands of a woman. If this rather humiliating fate were to become known, people would surely be laughing themselves to tears!" The sharp, odd laughter once again echoed from within the restless black mist. Then, the mist surged violently, and a surge of unusually dark energy erupted, rushing along the iron chains toward Queen Medusa. Staring coldly at the surging black energy, Medusa's delicate hand trembled, and a steady stream of vibrant, multicolored energy flowed forth, finally colliding with the black energy at the center of the iron chain. A powerful gust of wind rippled outward from the point of impact, tearing the grass across the nearby plain to shreds. Yet despite the fierce blast, the iron chain showed no sign of breaking—clearly, it was no ordinary object. "Clang!" The wind explosion sent Medusa's queen abruptly releasing her grip. With a subtle, well-timed force, the black chain suddenly pivoted and swiftly transformed into a blurred streak, shooting straight toward the distant black mist. "Shriek!" The chain pierced through the mist with precision, causing it to ripple violently. After a moment, the sharp, ringing sound settled into a deeper, more resonant tone: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with my 'Hall of Souls'!" "His life is mine. No one else is qualified to claim it," the Queen Medusa said calmly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the dark mist in the distance. "Should I ever decide to kill him, I can hand over his body to you. But for now, that's not possible." "Hey, quite bold of you! For all these years, someone who dares speak to our 'Spirit Hall' like this—you're the first!" "Get out of my way. You won't have the chance to strike today." The Queen paid no attention, her voice as cold and unyielding as ever. From their brief encounter, she had already gained a clear sense of the other's strength. If not for the peculiar nature of the energy emanating from him, she would have already dispatched him with decisive action—there would be no need for such lengthy exchanges. "Hah! What a bold woman. Today, my luck has indeed been poor. But my mission isn't to kill that young man. All I need is to confirm that Yao Chen's soul body remains within him. That will be sufficient! Moreover, with your help, I'm not leaving empty-handed at all." Strange laughter echoed through the black mist, then the mist surged and the figure suddenly darted forward, appearing within mere breaths at the lifeless body of Han Feng. A strange suction force burst forth, and as it emerged, a slightly translucent spirit slowly rose from within Han Feng's body before being drawn into the black mist and vanishing. "Hm, a sixth-rank alchemy practitioner's soul—quite a solid haul this time," the gruff voice, now satisfied, murmured as it absorbed Han Feng's spirit. The mist then rippled, and Xue Yan could sense a pair of eyes from the distance shifting toward himself. "Young lad, let Medic's soul remain within you for a while longer. Then, when the time comes, our 'Hall of Souls' will come to reclaim it. Hahahaha..." Gazing at the eerie, floating black mist, Xiao Yan's expression grew slightly gloomy. Finally, he had been spotted by this mysterious organization... "Enjoy your final moments, hahahaha. Even this woman may not be able to protect you when the time comes!" The strange laughter came and went, while the black mist, like a ghostly presence, vanished in a series of flickers, disappearing into the depths of the plain under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers. Firmly clenched her teeth, but Xiao Yan's eyes caught the deep blue storage ring on Han Feng's fingers, the gentle blue glow emanating from it indicating the difference between this ring and ordinary low-tier storage rings.