"Boom!" A massive, vibrant green energy palm suddenly emerged in the sky, accompanied by a piercing wind roar, before finally striking the mountain's wall like a cannonball. The impact sent the entire peak trembling violently, and with a powerful explosion, vast cracks—thick as a person's arm—spread out like a spiderweb across the mountain face, rapidly covering the entire wall. In the sky, Xiao Yan, his face slightly pale, watched the mountain peak, which was on the verge of collapse beneath the energy palm, his dark eyes brimming with undying excitement. After countless repetitions, he had finally mastered the rhythmic flow, truly bringing the "Mountain-Cracking Seal" to life. Though this current manifestation of the seal was still somewhat rough, Xiao Yan believed that with sufficient time and practice, he would surely refine it to its peak. At that point, the power of the "Mountain-Cracking Seal" would undoubtedly surpass its current strength. It's always difficult to begin, but now Xiao Yan has a solid start—success merely requires time. Taking several deep breaths, Xiao Yan vibrated his backlit green flame wings and slowly settled his body onto the ruined peak. After more than a month of cultivation, the "Mountain-Opening Seal" has taken initial shape; to fully master it, however, time and practical combat experience will be needed. "Indeed a top-tier, mid-tier technique—just its initial display matches the power of the 'Flame-Splitting Wave-Spear.' In future battles, this will be another reliable asset." Gradually, his green flame wings faded away, and Xiao Yan murmured a quiet smile. "Ha!" Just as Xiao Yan intended to slightly restore his expended inner qi, a sudden bird call echoed across the sky. He raised his head with mild curiosity, only for his expression to shift to concern as he extended his hand—immediately, a powerful suction surged, pulling the bird circling above down and into his grasp. Removed a small bamboo tube from the foot of the messenger bird, opened it, and extracted a folded piece of paper. Xiang Yan glanced at it, his expression darkened slightly, paused thoughtfully, then flicked his finger—immediately, the paper burned automatically, turning into a pile of ash that drifted down. "Caile!" Xiang Yan turned and suddenly shouted into the vast forest, but after his voice had fallen, there was no response. Frustrated, he called out again, "Medusa! There's something urgent—move!" This time, after a brief pause, a vibrant seven-colored light burst forth from somewhere within the forest, and within mere moments, the composed Medusa Queen stood before Xiang Yan. "There's something that needs to be done in Blackhorn Domain—let's go." Ignoring Medusa's stern expression, Xiang Yan spoke without hesitation. "Don't think I'll be your free bodyguard." Medusa furrowed her brows, her voice cool. "If I die, no one will be able to prepare the 'Revival Pill' for you." Xiao Yan gave a carefree smile, then felt a sudden tremor in his back. His magnificent emerald fire wings surged forth, flapping once and swiftly lifting him into the air amidst the swirling winds. With a final turn, he surged forward, heading directly toward the Black Angular Domain. From the letter, he had learned that Xiao Li was facing some difficulties, yet he had no intention of summoning reinforcements from within the Inner Court. With his current strength, no one in the Black Angular Domain could stop him. Moreover, he hadn't forgotten that he was now accompanied by a truly committed alliance—Medusa, a genuine Dou宗 powerhouse, possibly even stronger than Su Qian! With Xiao Yan and Medusa's combined strength, even sweeping across the entire Black Angular Domain would be more than sufficient. While the two elder figures—gold and silver—might be able to hold off Su Qian together, should their opponent become Medusa, their chances would surely diminish, for she was no ordinary Dou宗. Staring at Xiao Yan's gradually receding figure, Medusa tightly clutched her hands, hesitated for a moment, then bit down firmly on her silver teeth with a touch of irritation, lifting her slender foot into the void and transforming her form into a streak of light, swiftly closing the distance to catch up with the black silhouette ahead. About thirty minutes ago, three powerful armies marched grandly into Feng City, eventually heading straight for the former estate of the herbal emperor Han Feng—the current rulers of Feng City, the "Xiao Clan," now reside there. Most people in Feng City have heard of these three formidable forces, as their prestige has spread throughout the Black Angle Region. Thus, their names are well known to nearly everyone. The Tian Yin Sect, the Luo Sha Gate, and the Kuang Li Clan are all renowned, dominant powers within the Black Angle Region. The leaders of these three forces are all among the top ten on the "Black List"—any one of them would be no weaker than Fan Lao, who fell at Xiao Yin's hands. These three powers have long ruled the Black Angle Region with an iron grip, often acting with unyielding authority. Indeed, when Han Feng initially formed the Black Alliance and invited these three to join, they had barely given it a second thought. While this move deeply frustrated Han Feng, it was also due to his recognition of the formidable strength of these three forces, which ultimately forced him to accept the situation. Back then, how glorious the Black Alliance had been! The fact that these three powers chose to decline joining at that time reveals their own solid strength—after all, the leaders of these three factions aren’t fools; they naturally wouldn’t want to offend those they couldn’t afford to lose. Although Han Feng was indeed a force to be reckoned with, he still hadn’t reached the point of making them bow and submit. Now, with these three powers launching a strong offensive on "Feng City," people naturally feel pity for the so-called "Xiao Clan." In many eyes, even though the "Xiao Clan" holds the credentials of a near-top-tier force, it still appears insignificant when faced with these three established first-tier powers. If the leader of the "Xiao Clan" proves wise, simply yielding control of the city would be the most prudent move. In the hall at this moment, there were four groups of people. At the very center stood the current rulers of Feng City—the "Pánmen." The three groups outside appeared to be the representatives of the famed Tian Yin Sect, the Luo Sha Men, and the Kuang Li Clan. On the other side, an elder with a gloomy countenance chuckled softly, his dry, bone-like hands tapping rhythmically on the table. "I haven't taken part in any action in some time," he said. "I'm not sure whether I'll still be as merciless as I once was." Behind the three, nearly a hundred figures stood in scattered rows, all covered in blood, their eyes scanning the room with the cold, feral intensity of wild beasts. Xiao Li stared coldly at the three who were working in tandem. Behind him, a group of over a hundred black-robed figures gathered, their bodies just as soaked in blood as those on the opposite side—clearly seasoned fighters who were both experienced and ruthless. The fact that the opposing party had not yet launched an immediate assault was likely due to the strong presence of these black-robed figures. Otherwise, given their temperament, they would have struck straight away and not lingered here, talking endlessly. "Three of you, I fully understand that in Black Corner, strength matters most—your power is strong, and to seize Feng City, it's indeed inevitable. I can agree to surrender Feng City, but... there's only one city. To whom shall I hand it over?" Xiao Li held the teacup in his hands, suddenly speaking with a calm, quiet tone. As soon as he spoke, a subtle shift in the atmosphere of the hall became apparent. A moment later, the vibrant, fiery woman smiled and said, "Your diplomacy is commendable, but our alliance won't be divided by this strategy of creating discord. As for who ultimately governs the city, you needn't worry—your only task is to leave Feng City with your people." Gently tightening his grip on the teacup, Xiao Li sighed with a touch of disappointment. Indeed, these seasoned players didn't fall for it at all. "Very well, I'll leave Feng City—though I am not the head of the Xiao family. If you wish to drive us out, then perhaps you could wait until our head returns?" Xiao Li's brows furrowed, and a stern, resolute expression spread across his face. He needed to secure the time for Xiao Yin to arrive. "Stuttering and fumbling? What's all this chatter? Right now, I'm not here to negotiate—I'm here to inform you. You're clear out of this city!" The bearded man, bare-chested, blinked in surprise, then slammed his palm down hard on the table, shattering it into pieces. With a snarling voice, he shouted. Xiao Li's face darkened, and the large group of black-robed guards behind him drew their weapons with a sharp clang. The hall instantly became charged with tension, as if a single misstep could spark a full-scale confrontation. "Do you think I, Xiao Men, can just be pushed out of Feng City? Han Feng doesn't even have that privilege. You? How dare you?"