When Yunshan's gaze fell upon the three-colored flame lotus floating in Xiao Yan's palm, his expression immediately darkened. The terrifying energy radiating from the strange bloom exerted a peculiar pressure—so intense that even he felt it pressing down upon him. "With just this fool's capabilities, how could he possibly unleash such a powerful assault?" roared his frustration in his mind. At that moment, Yunshan's forward momentum halted, and he suddenly surged backward. As he retreated, a mighty surge of deep cyan qi erupted from within him, flowing out like a tidal wave. His hair stood rigid and upright, as if electrified. Within mere moments, the robust qi had coalesced into a colossal cyan whirlwind stretching over fifteen zhang in the sky, completely enveloping his form. On the plaza, the lines of eyes fixed upon Yunshan, who, through mere movements, summoned a vast whirlwind of wind power concentrated within his robust qi—no less a feat than that of a Douzong-level master. Indeed, not a single Douhuang-level warrior present could replicate such a display. The massive, jade-green whirlwind enveloped Yunshan, spinning at high speed with a roaring intensity, its gales sweeping across the plaza and tossing numerous figures to and fro. Some less resilient fighters even stumbled back, retreating until they sat heavily on the ground, their faces filled with awe as they gazed up at the colossal whirlwind that spanned nearly from earth to sky—such a force, so natural and terrifying, had been summoned entirely by Yunshan's own power. The roaring wind surged across the sky above Cloudlan Mountain, causing the forest sea within the mountain range to surge violently. Waves of green trees surged from the center, forming a circular pattern and sweeping outward in all directions. Staring at the clouds and mountains suddenly moving with such vigor, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned. A cold smile then spread across his pale face. He glanced down at the three-colored lotus floating in his hands—the Buddha's Wrath Lotus formed by the fusion of three distinct hetero-flames. Though it had not yet reached perfection within this brief span, under the exceptional strength of Xiao Yan's soul power, it had managed to maintain a stable equilibrium. The surge of intense energy contained within was undoubtedly several times stronger than that of his previous dual-hetero-flame lotuses. To merely fuse these three hetero-flames, Xiao Yan had nearly depleted all his internal qi, and even his soul energy had nearly dried up. While the three-colored lotus was indeed powerful, the sheer cost of this effort was formidable—especially considering his current strength. Only by giving his very best could he manage to keep the three hetero-flames in balance. Focusing intently on the immense whirlwind spanning heaven and earth, the tearing force emanating from it was still enough to cause Xiao Yan's form to waver, even at a distance—this was naturally due to the extreme frailty within him caused by the forced fusion of three distinct flames. His ink-green wings behind had also grown noticeably thinner at this moment. All these signs clearly indicated that Xiao Yan was now truly at his breaking point. Yet, despite this, the fire lotus he held in his hands—radiating an exceptionally formidable energy—was such that even the stalwart Cloud Mountain warriors hesitated to launch an immediate assault. Instead, they swiftly activated their most robust defenses, fearing that should the fire lotus strike first, they would become the first to meet their end beneath its flames. The three-colored flame lotus rotated slowly upon Xiao Yan's palm, while, taking advantage of this brief respite, Xiao Yan hurriedly absorbed some celestial and terrestrial energies, then combined them with the residual medicinal effects still being processed within his body, swiftly refining them into pure combat energy that flowed through the depleted meridians. Meanwhile, as his internal energy stabilized, Xiao Yan glanced at the battlefield where the Yao Elder and the Wu Protector were engaged—this was the first time he had witnessed the Yao Elder truly fighting with his spiritual form. Though the spiritual form could not utilize combat energy, the immense power of the soul was no less potent than that of combat energy, and its intangible, colorless nature made its attacks particularly elusive and unpredictable. Certainly, ordinary soul-based attacks often lose much of their effectiveness against the elite cultivators of the Soul Palace, for reasons unknown. Yet Master Yao was no ordinary soul-bodied cultivator. Possessing the Bone-Spirit Cold Flame, he not only remained unphased by the strange chain attacks of the Wu Protector, but also his unique flame effects left the Wu Protector struggling, making him appear notably clumsy. The black mist swirling around him constantly rippled under the unusual temperature—neither hot nor cold, yet distinctly different. As for Master Yao's true strength, the Wu Protector clearly found himself unexpectedly unprepared. Over the years, he had rarely failed in his pursuit of soul-bodied cultivators, as long as they lost their physical bodies, they were, in the eyes of the Soul Palace, like tigers without their claws—helpless to be manipulated. Over time, this often led to a lack of serious regard for such soul-bodied cultivators. Yet this time, his underestimation came at a significant cost. Master Yao launched his attacks—each one a deadly blow. His techniques were sharp, fierce, and precise, and under his near-perfect command, the Bone Spirit Cold Flame pressed relentlessly upon Wu's Protector, leaving him constantly on the defensive. On several occasions, the Flame even managed to reach him unimpeded, and had it not been for Wu's solid strength, he would have been invaded, his body severely damaged. Though Wu occasionally managed to evade the attacks, as Master Yao's assault grew more intense, Wu steadily fell behind. Eventually, he could only maintain a steady defense, no longer able to muster even a fraction of his mental energy to launch a counterattack. Faced with this steadily deteriorating situation, Wu's Protector grew increasingly frustrated and indignant. Over the years, he had captured numerous soul-bodied beings—this was the first time he had been so embarrassed. Should this news reach the Hall of Souls, those who had long coveted his position would surely use it to their advantage. Perhaps, under the Hall Master's growing impatience, his very position as Protector would be revoked—something truly lamentable. With this thought forming in his mind, Wu Huafu gritted his teeth fiercely, and then suddenly,十几 black chains surged violently from within him, rushing out in all directions to spear the Yaolao with overwhelming force—clearly determined to fight to the very end. Upon seeing that the Yaolao had successfully gained the upper hand in establishing his battle circle, Xiao Yan finally relaxed the weight of anxiety that had been hanging over him. He lifted his gaze, fully concentrating his mind on the vast, shimmering blue whirlwind far ahead. Now, all he needed to do was eliminate Yunshan and settle all the long-standing grievances between them! The slightly ethereal, emerald double wings behind him gently fluttered, stabilizing Xiao Yan in the sky. In an instant, he raised his hand, and the three-colored lotus flame slowly ascended into the air, rising steadily under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The mountain-shaped cloud, hidden within the vast whirlwind, felt a tightening in its heart as it observed Xiao Yan's actions. A low cry formed in its mind, and a surge of potent qi poured forth, deepening the hue of the immense wind vortex. Shaking his head slightly, slightly dizzy from the excessive consumption of his spiritual energy, Xiao Yan was internally startled. It seemed he could no longer delay—while his consumed qi could be restored through the Burned Decree, his spiritual energy would have to be nurtured slowly. If he didn't swiftly defeat the mountain of clouds today, he would surely fall unconscious first. As this thought passed through his mind, a sharp glint of determination flashed in the slightly blurred gaze of his eyes. His hand seals suddenly shifted. With the change in his hand gestures, the three-colored lotus floating before him burst forth with a brilliant, intense radiance, shining like a sun suspended in the sky. "Go!" With a sharp snap of his fingers, Xiao Yan roared fiercely! With the sound of the voice fading, the three-colored lotus flame, which had been slowly rotating, instantly transformed into a blurred beam of light and surged forth with the suddenness of a lightning bolt. Though the lotus carried immense and terrifying bursts of violent energy, as it sliced through the space, it moved with extraordinary quietness—so quiet that even a single ripple of energy was not stirred. Yet precisely because of this silent, unassuming manner, a deep chill crept into the hearts of the onlookers. The flaming lotus streaked across the sky, passing through countless beams of light each radiating a different emotion, before finally striking the vast, wildly spinning whirlwind with the force of a tiny meteor. In comparison to the immense whirlwind, the lotus appeared almost insignificant in size—its impact was no more than a bird colliding with a cliff, leaving the whirlwind untouched and unshaken. Yet, size alone does not always determine the outcome. "Explosion!" As the lotus plunged into the whirlwind, a sharp, cold voice suddenly echoed across the heavens like thunder. Boom! The voice fell to earth, and instantly, a burst of tri-color fireworks erupted upon the whirlwind’s surface, followed by a deafening roar that shattered eardrums and reverberated throughout the sky. The explosion sent a terrifying surge of energy spiraling outward from the point of impact, swiftly spreading across a radius of one hundred meters. Under this terrifying surge of energy, even the medic elder and the Wu protector, engaged in fierce combat, were startled, turning abruptly with expressions of shock and awe. "Indeed, the power of the Buddha's Wrath Flame Lotus—formed by the fusion of three distinct rare flames—is astonishing. What kind of formidable technique has this young one truly devised?"