Hearing Yunshan's cold, charged with murderous intent, Xiao Yan's expression grew steadily stern. A robust, emerald-green aura surged forth from within him like flames, gradually enveloping his entire body. The Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation—since Xiao Yan had emerged from the depths of the Ganlan Academy—had remained dormant until now. However, his unique flame, now a harmonious fusion of Qinglian Earthheart Flame and Fallen Heart Flame, had grown stronger, and the power of this technique depended entirely on the strength of the flame. Thus, when Xiao Yan activated it now, his enhanced capabilities surpassed those of his earlier performances. Back when Xiao Yan was at the Douling stage, he was already capable of fighting alongside strong Douling peak and Douwang-level masters such as Liu Qing and Lin Xiu'ya—without resorting to his most devastating reserve attacks. Now, with Xiao Yan himself having reached the pinnacle of Douwang strength, after fully unleashing the Tianhuo Sanxuan Bian, his visible power alone surpassed that of top-tier Douhuang masters rated five or four stars. Combined with the unique effects of the Burned Technique and his body refined through countless medicinal elixirs, along with numerous powerful Douji skills, his overall combat prowess was fully capable of rivaling the very peak of Douhuang strength. Although the effect of Xuan Zhong Shi, which suppresses the flow of internal qi, slightly reduces a person's combat effectiveness, this drawback has been minimized over many years of adaptation, thus having little impact on Xiao Yan. Hearing the intense energy explosions coming from afar, Xiao Yan remained completely focused, his gaze steadily locked on Yun Shan ahead, his feet slightly curved, muscles subtly trembling beneath like those of a poised, predatory lion, concealing explosive strength. Observing Xiao Yan's vigilant, battle-ready demeanor, Yun Shan smiled, his sleeve lightly vibrating—under the infusion of qi, the soft fabric exhibited a hardness no less than steel. At the level of a Cultivator, nearly every part of his body, even the finest hair, could serve as a deadly weapon. "Then come," said Yun Shan, "let me see what it is that has given you such confidence to return once again." "In the palm of his hand, a deep azure energy spun rapidly like a vortex. Yun Shan smiled coldly. Xiao Yan remained expressionless, saying nothing. Beneath his feet, a dense and brilliant silver glow surged forth, then his body suddenly trembled. The two collided, and with a slight tremor of his shoulder, Yunshan fully released the surge of energy. The black figure, however, retreated several steps before steadying himself and emerging—revealing none other than Xiao Yan, who had been expected to be at the opposite position. "Your speed is indeed remarkable," Yunshan said, "but it only proves effective against Supreme Emperor-level warriors. As for me—" He glanced at the steadfastly clenched fingers of Xiao Yan, then at the back, where the fading traces of Xiao Yan's residual form had now dissolved into only a faint outline. With a shake of his head, he coldly chuckled. "Indeed? Then how about this?" Xiao Yan calmly surveyed the rather arrogant elder, emitting a low hum from his throat. Suddenly, his hand seal changed, and a wave of deep purple and black light surged from his back. A pair of solid, tangible purple-black wings gradually materialized. These wings extended seamlessly from the jade-fire wings, appearing as if the fiery wings were wrapped within a layer of black wings. These deep purple and black wings, naturally, were Xiao Yan's long-unused Purple Cloud Wings. Since ascending to the Battle King rank, the dual wings formed by his battle energy had achieved a flight speed far surpassing that of the Purple Cloud Wings, causing this flight technique to remain dormant for a long time. Yet this did not imply that the technique had lost its value—far from it. Its true worth, which had elevated its status as a rare technique across the continent, lay not merely in this capability, but in its other effect: synergy! By definition, superposition means the overlapping of two elements, and flight techniques embody this very concept. Once a cultivator reaches the Battle King level, they can superimpose two pairs of wings. The resulting speed naturally surpasses that of ordinary dual-wind wings. However, the drawback is significant consumption of qi—otherwise, the speed would truly be breathtaking, making one feel as though chasing the stars and moon. Superposition is no different from Tian Hu San Xuan Bian; it is the first time Xiao Yan has revealed this ability publicly after his strength has greatly increased. The surprise evident on Yun Shan's face already hints at the unexpected impact. Without a doubt, with the superposition of wings and the addition of the Earth-Level technique, Three Thousand Thunder Rolls, Xiao Yan's speed will climb another rung. At this pace, even Yun Shan, with his own formidable strength, would hesitate to look upon it with mere respect. With the dual wings layered upon one another, the color of Xiao Yan's back wings had shifted from emerald to deep, almost charcoal green. The wings gently vibrated, with streaks of light spiraling across their surfaces. Though less dazzling than his original emerald fire wings, the more restrained and profound hue proved equally impressive. The deep green wings slowly vibrated, generating swirling gusts of wind that seemed tangible, which then rushed outward in a powerful gust. Feeling his body suddenly light and agile, Xiao Yan smiled and looked at Yun Shan, whose gradually softening scorn, said, "Yun Shan, old dog, now—do you dare claim you're useless?" As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yan didn't give Yun Shan a chance to respond. With a sudden, powerful beat of his wings, the figure dissolved into a faint rumble of thunder. When he reappeared, he had materialized directly above Yun Shan's head, hovering in the wind. With both palms tightly gripping the heavy ruler, Xiao Yan roared, driving it forward in a sweeping motion that aimed straight for Yun Shan's head. This attack was nothing fancy—only raw, overwhelming power. Under the sheer force pressing down, the air within half a meter of the ruler was compressed and scattered, creating a vacuum zone as the ruler swept through the sky. When the Heavy Ruler was half a meter away from the tip of Yunshan's head, it collided with an intangible projectile, sending a powerful rebound force through the ruler that caused the staff to tremble continuously. Had Xiao Yan's strength not been equally formidable, the ruler likely would have slipped from his hands entirely! With a slight shift in his stance, Xiao Yan absorbed all the transmitted qi, yet his body showed no retreat. His back wings flared, transforming him into a streak of black, swiftly advancing to join Yunshan beside him. At the same time, he tightly clenched his right hand, his arm quivering strangely as a powerful qi rapidly coalesced upon his palm. Instantly, the force surged forward like a concentrated, precise strike, directly impacting Yunshan's chest. "Eight-Point Collapse!" The deep voice resonated from Xiao Yan's lips, and the wind rushing from his fist surged dramatically. Even for Yunshan's considerable strength, the force was enough to cause him to raise an eyebrow slightly. Though Xiao Yan moved with incredible speed, Yun Shan, as a Douzong master, was by no means weak. At this critical moment, he firmly stomped his foot, and the surge of Dou Qi within him, like a vast ocean, surged forth to gather at his chest. In a blink of an eye, a deep green energy gel formed on his surface. "Ssssh!" The powerful fist, carrying immense force, struck squarely against this energy gel. The impact produced only a faint sound, and the formidable power of Xiao Yan's punch seemed to vanish entirely, as if swallowed by the gel. "You've used this move three years ago," Yun Shan remarked, observing the brief surprise on Xiao Yan's face with a cold smile. "The same technique can still leave you unsettled!" Xiao Yan returned a cold smile, then sharply twisted his arm, and a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds echoed through the air. His fist shook violently. With the vibration of Xiao Yan's fist, a subtle force surged forth like an unseen tide, swiftly traversing the viscous, gel-like protective layer, and then erupted explosively—like a bomb—across Yun Shan's garments. Subjected directly to Xiao Yan's subtle force, Yun Shan's face grew progressively colder. His chest contracted, then suddenly expanded, releasing a powerful surge of force that immediately impacted Xiao Yan, who was closest. Continuously stepping through the void, Xiao Yan's wings behind him trembled and vibrated, and only after a moment did he finally dissipate the force, feeling a heavy, dull pressure in his chest. Gazing coldly at the retreating Xiao Yan, Yun Shan slowly lowered his head, observing the torn fabric at his chest. The fabric had split open, revealing his torso, upon which a slightly crimson handprint—clearly left by Xiao Yan—was now distinctly visible. "Heh, good, really good. Since I've ascended to the Battle Sect level, you're the first one to leave a palm imprint on me..." Gazing at the palm mark, Yun Shan's expression turned completely cold, a chilling aura of deadly intent spreading steadily from within his body. "Since you've achieved such a level, then today I shall show you what true Battle Sect strength truly is!"