As the injuries of the Youhai Jiao Shou healed, Xiao Yan found himself rather idle over the next two days. Though the grand battle against Yunlan Sect was scheduled for two days hence, his core strength had already been fully arranged, leaving him with a sense of relative leisure. During these two days, the Imperial Court, the Alchemy Guild, the Mitel Family, the Mu Clan, and the Na Lan Clan began mobilizing their forces, gathering their scattered elite members back to make the most thorough preparations for the battle to come. The large-scale deployments of these major powers naturally drew widespread attention, giving countless people a sense that storm clouds were gathering. Some sharp-minded individuals, recalling Yunlan Sect's recent assertive actions, began to form tentative speculations. Yet, due to the matter's immense significance, most people remained silent, fearing they might inadvertently invite misfortune. What puzzled everyone, however, was that while the major powers were actively gathering their strongest forces, Yunlan Sect remained remarkably calm—seeming entirely unbothered by the external uproar. Amidst this widespread commotion, time slipped away as swiftly as sand through fingers. By now, only one night remained until the two-day climax of the confrontation! Xiao Yan stood upon a lofty tower, his gaze sweeping across the brightly lit vast city, finally settling on the distant mountain peak hidden within the night. Without realizing it, his hand in his sleeve tightened. Tomorrow... would be the day of the final battle. The last time, he had fled in utter defeat, like a broken man. This time, what would the outcome be? He gently pressed his lips together, then lowered his gaze toward Xiao Family Estate, where the constant training shouts echoed. He slowly exhaled. Though the members of the Xiao family were now striving hard to strengthen themselves, the very safety and future of the family hinged entirely on the outcome of tomorrow's battle. If they won, the Xiao family would surely rise as a renowned and prestigious lineage within the Gamma Empire. If they lost, they might truly face a crisis of destruction. Thus, tomorrow's battle held paramount significance for the Xiao family! The night breeze caressed Xiao Yan's hair, and he suddenly smiled, tilting his head slightly and said in a calm tone, "I haven't seen you for the past two days. I thought you had already left..." As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, a ripple passed through the space, and gradually, a graceful and elegant figure emerged—none other than Queen Medusa. The earlier-arrived Medusa, upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, glanced at him with a neutral expression and said, "You didn't deliver the 'Fused-Soul Pill' to me, yet you expect me to leave?" "Did you really intend to kill me?" Xiao Yan suddenly turned to face her, gazing into her cold yet captivating features and asked suddenly. This unexpected question caused Medusa to pause momentarily, her expression then turning cold. "You seized my body through underhanded means—shouldn't that warrant your death?" Xiao Yan smiled and stepped slowly closer to Medusa, gazing at her delicate, porcelain-like face with an unabashed intensity. "That incident back then wasn't something I willingly agreed to. In fact, I was forced into it. Of course, no matter what I say now, you'll think I'm merely making excuses. As for the 'Revival Pill'—as long as the agreed-upon time comes, I'll naturally prepare it for you. Whether you take it or not, that will entirely depend on you." "Why wouldn't you take it? Once you consume the Revival Pill, the soul of the Sky-Eating Python will no longer exert any influence over me. Then, when it comes time to kill you, I'll have no hesitation at all!" Hearing this, Medusa immediately replied with unwavering determination. Observing Medusa's resolute expression, Xiao Yan smiled gently and said, "Is it really that simple?" Though you've always claimed that you can't deliver the final blow because of the swallowing-titan serpent's soul, I simply don't believe that a noble Queen of Medusa could be affected to such an extent. If you truly harbor murderous intentions, there have been countless opportunities for you to strike... The slender, strangely beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the otherwise cold, elegant features instantly radiated an aura of enchantment. Medusa glanced coldly at Xiao Yan, chuckling, "Do you really think I still harbor any special feelings for you? I'm no ordinary human woman who would gradually succumb merely because her body is occupied! What you've done for me only serves to deepen the hatred between us! Xiao Yan shrugged indifferently, leaning against the pillar with a lazy gaze directed at Medusa. After a moment, he suddenly said, "If you truly wish to take my life, you don't necessarily have to wait for the 'Fuhun Pill.' In our battle against Yunlan Sect, I didn't even have a sure victory—perhaps in a moment of misstep, I'll fall at the hands of Yunshan. Then, you'll be free of your worries." Medusa's expression remained as calm and detached as ever. "If you indeed fall at Yunshan's hands, I'll be grateful to him." "Hopefully so," Xiao Yan smiled, waving a hand toward Medusa. "It's not too late. Let's go rest. The great battle begins tomorrow—let fate decide the outcome, then." With that, he turned gracefully, descended the stairs, and gradually faded from Medusa's sight. Gazing at the fading figure, the faint detachment on Medusa's cheeks slowly melted away. Her delicate fingers gently tightened, and a subtle struggle appeared in her brow. After a moment, that struggle softened into a light sigh, rich with complex emotions, which gently echoed through the pavilion... "You said... how strong are our chances this time?" After a moment, Jia Xingtian finally spoke slowly. "Grandpa, don't worry. Our alliance's strength is no weaker than Yunlan Sect's. Moreover, Master Xiao Yan's teacher is also a Douzong-level master. This battle will surely be ours." Tianye smiled, though the smile carried a slight hesitation, revealing her inner nerves. "Ah... I hope so. This time, I've truly wagered the entire royal family." Jia Xingtian sighed, speaking slowly. Hearing Yafeng's voice, Haibo Dong also turned around, smiled, and nodded. Then, he sighed deeply: "Everything is in place. Now, it's up to fate—whether heaven will support one side or the other..." Yafeng silently agreed. This battle would determine the very survival of two vast powers. Once one side fell, the consequences would be catastrophic—far beyond mere ordinary matters. Her gaze drifted toward the window, toward the direction of Xiao's estate, where a quiet smile touched her lips. She had an inexplicable confidence in that young man. Before the main hall of the Xiao family, the once-empty courtyard now stood in silent stillness, filled with over a hundred black-robed figures. The thick scent of blood hung in the air, and even the most timid among them felt a shiver of fear merely by looking upon it. Standing before these black-robed figures, the strong warriors—Lin Yan, Zi Yan, Yin Gu Old Man, and others—also remained motionless, their presence casting an unusual sense of weight and pressure over the courtyard. The roar echoed like thunder, rolling continuously across the entire city, drawing countless onlookers' attention. Shortly after Xiao Yan's roar, several locations within the Imperial Capital suddenly resonated with matching cries—each cry enveloped in powerful qi, reverberating through every corner of the city.