Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Gu He burst into laughter, raising his purple-flame long sword only for it to gradually dissipate. He looked coldly at Xiao Yan, saying, "I'd like to see how you manage to defeat me within two moves!" Xiao Yan smiled, his internal qi surging like a great flood, powerful waves of energy filling every corner of his body. In this state, even the simplest movements seemed capable of unleashing astonishing strength. Noticing the sudden surge of qi within Xiao Yan, Gu He also became aware of the shift, his expression growing slightly serious. His own internal qi surged vigorously as well. Under the watchful eyes of the powerful warriors from all directions of the Gamma Empire, if he were to fall to Xiao Yan within ten moves, it would undoubtedly be a serious blow to his reputation—especially since, most importantly, it would mean a major setback in front of Yun Yun. For Gu He, such a loss was absolutely unacceptable. Therefore, no matter how hard he tried, he would make sure to withstand every single attack Xiao Yan launched next! With determination burning within him, a sharp gleam of intensity flashed in Goh's eyes. His fingers slightly curled, forming an unusual claw-like shape, while a deep purple flame shimmered subtly within his palm, as if gathering strength. The sudden stillness between the two, who had previously been so dynamic in the sky, drew immediate attention across the entire arena. Several stronger contenders could clearly sense the increasingly powerful and surging ki radiating from both of them. Clearly, the upcoming clash would be exceptionally intense—perhaps the most fierce yet—and this battle would decisively reveal whether Xiao Yan was overconfident and ignorant, or whether Goh simply lacked the necessary strength. Feeling the powerful waves emanating from the two combatants in the sky, many people grew quiet, their faces serious and full of anticipation—such a fierce encounter between two Dou Huang-level warriors was indeed rare in the Gamma Empire. As for the whispering of Yunshan, Xiao Yan naturally could not hear it. As his internal qi grew more and more vibrant, he gradually opened his slightly closed eyes, gazing steadily at the ancient river standing patiently not far away, offering a gentle smile. Suddenly, a brilliant silver glow emerged on the soles of his feet. With this glow appearing, Xiao Yan's figure instantly trembled, then vanished in a deep, resonant thunderclap. As for Xiao Yan who suddenly vanished, the one most anxious was Gu He. However, Gu He also possessed considerable combat experience, so after a brief moment of surprise, his spiritual energy swiftly radiated out from his brow, spreading like a web of spider silk across the entire sky. Simba's Golden Chorus! "Roar!" A thunderous roar, like a bolt of lightning striking a clear sky, suddenly echoed across the heavens. The terrifying wave of sound that surged forth in that instant caused countless nearby warriors to lose their hearing, while weaker disciples of Yunlan Sect felt dizzy—some even fainted outright. The powerful shockwave, reaching its peak impact on the ancient river just a short distance away, momentarily stunned the strong figure despite his prowess, causing his internal qi to momentarily stall. This moment of daze lasted only a single breath. As soon as he regained consciousness, Ancient River immediately began violently channeling his ki, sending it in a tidal surge toward his two palms. He knew well that in a clash between strong opponents, even a fleeting lapse in focus could determine the outcome. With Xiao Yan's keen perception and strategic mind, such a vulnerability would never be easily overlooked. Thus, his very first action upon regaining awareness was to launch a desperate, all-out effort! It seemed that Ancient He also sensed the formidable energy concentrated within Xiao Yan's fist. At once, he roared fiercely, and his purple eagle on his claw instantly expanded, swelling to several zhang in size and enveloping his entire form. With a resonant cry, the eagle spread its massive wings, driving straight toward Xiao Yan despite the powerful strokes of Ancient He's outstretched claws. As the claws sliced through the space, intense ripples of disturbance cascaded outward, spreading continuously. Even spectators far across the plaza were unshaken by the overwhelming pressure generated by the eagle's wingbeats. Even among the strongest among them, such as Hai Bo Dong, the atmosphere grew noticeably serious. The colossal phoenix flame rapidly expanded within Xiao Yan's pupils. Instantly, Xiao Yan took action—under the powerful assault facing him, he did not retreat a single step. He slightly bent his wrists, and the emerald flames surging on his palms began to compress at an astonishing pace. Within just a few breaths, the once brilliantly luminous emerald flames were compressed into a peculiar, viscous substance—resembling mucus, even with a texture akin to keratin. This viscous emerald matter now enveloped Xiao Yan's fists. Yet this compression was no easy feat. With Xiang Yan's current abilities, he could only barely cover his own fist. To fully envelop his entire body, one would have to reach an unknown level of mastery—should he achieve that, even his casual impacts would carry devastating force! Gazing upward at the colossal purple eagle now nearly within reach, Xiang Yan smiled at the stern-faced Guo He inside the fiery eagle. Then, he clenched his fingers tightly, lifting the fist wrapped in emerald viscous fluid, and delivered a straightforward, forceful blow straight toward the massive purple eagle. This completely disproportionate clash has left countless spectators quietly shaking their heads—youths are just youths, so impatient... Even Yun Yun finds herself unable to suppress the tightness of her lips, her delicate fingers trembling slightly within her sleeve. The force of Guo He's strike leaves her feeling an overwhelming, unspoken pressure. Compared to the expressions of regret all around, the steady, cold gaze of Yun Shan grows noticeably serious upon observing the thin, green viscous layer on Xiao Yan's fist. He hadn't expected, with Xiao Yan's strength still below even the peak of a Duke of the Realm, to compress his energy to such an extent. Under the collective gaze of the surrounding world, Xiao Yan's relatively unpowerful fist finally meets the colossal eagle formed by Guo He. At that very instant, the entire sky seems to hold its breath. The final move! At the very instant when his fist met Xiao Yan's, Kuraha saw the latter's closed lips and the subtle cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth, and faintly heard the words emanating from Xiao Yan's mouth. As the words fell, Kuraha hadn't even time to react—suddenly, a terrifying surge of energy erupted from Xiao Yan's fist, flooding out like a river releasing its floodwaters! The sheer force of this energy even caused Kuraha's eyes to widen in shock. "Boom!"