The sudden transformation of the white-haired woman also caught Luyan Tian's attention, who was momentarily stunned—this was the first time in a long time he had seen this usually cold woman so out of her element. "Master of the Poison Sect, what's wrong?" Luyan Tian asked, hesitating slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a piercing, cold gaze directed at him. He promptly turned to look, and there, the woman with white hair was staring at him with an icy intensity. Under that unyielding gaze, small bumps immediately appeared on Luyan Tian's skin. Though he had no idea why, he managed to force a smile, his face strained as he said, "What's wrong?" "Remember—I want to live!" The woman's voice carried a sharp, commanding tone. Hearing this, Luyan Tian was momentarily stunned. A strange sense of surprise arose within him. Since meeting the chief of the Toxic Sect, he had always found her aloof and indifferent, which had made him feel cold and uneasy, and thus deeply cautious. Yet, for the first time in all this time, he had heard her express such a clear, direct request. "Ah, well, if the chief of the Toxic Sect has this requirement, then there's no issue at all. Then, during the battle, may we launch our full forces directly?" Once this fortress is taken, the enemy's morale will surely plummet, and the stronger forces of the Gama Empire will likely begin to hesitate—thus easing our own burdens considerably," thought Yan Luotian, who immediately smiled. The white-haired woman's eyes sparkled—this strategy had indeed been her own suggestion—but for some reason, she now felt reluctant to pursue it. She knew that if it were carried out, the Gama Empire would suffer immense casualties, and he... She bit her silver teeth slightly, shook her head, and spoke with a cold tone, "No. As long as we eliminate these two, the Gama Empire will fall without a fight." With that, she withdrew her piercing gaze, pointed her foot at the eagle's head, and instantly floated into the air. The giant eagle spread its massive wings and glided swiftly toward the side. Watching the white-haired woman glide downward, Yan Luotian sighed and shook his head in resignation—wouldn't he then have to work much harder? Her slender figure stood in the void, the white-haired woman with gray-purple eyes coldly gazing at Medusa, speaking slowly, "Medusa, surrender. In the future, I will grant the Serpentine people a satisfactory place to dwell." "Dreaming?" Medusa sneered, her proud demeanor making it impossible for her to accept such a gift, offered almost as a charity. "If you insist, then our sect shall have no choice but to utterly destroy your entire Serpentine people..." The white-haired woman remained unmoved, her tone still calm, yet the words carried a cruelty that chilled to the core. "Then try it!" Medusa's face was now pale with frost, deeply irritated by this white-haired woman. "Are you indeed the chief of the Toxin Sect?" Xiang Yan stood beside her, scanning the white-haired woman with steady eyes, furrowing his brow and speaking seriously. Upon hearing Xiang Yan's voice, the white-haired woman's eyes flickered slightly, her gaze lowering slightly, her voice remaining composed. "And who are you?" "Xiang Yan, Grand Master of the Inflame Alliance." Xiao Yan bowed slightly and smiled calmly. Hearing this name, which she had always cherished in her memory, the white-haired woman's hand in her sleeve trembled slightly, though her voice remained mostly steady: "We shall guarantee that not a single member of the Yan Alliance will be harmed." Luanyan Tian, who followed behind the white-haired woman, found her eyes now unusually puzzled—how could it be so ironic that the woman, known for her ruthless killings, should propose that not a single person be injured? Yet today, she seemed genuinely different. As her thoughts raced, Luanyan Tian suddenly turned her gaze toward the young man in the black robe. It seemed that as soon as their eyes met, the poison sect's chief appeared slightly different—perhaps she had taken a liking to this young man. "If we surrender, we shall have no face to show our family. This excellent proposal, then, I shall set aside." Xiao Yan smiled, a touch of scorn in his expression. His gaze swept over the woman with white hair once more, and for some inexplicable reason, a faint sense of familiarity seemed to linger in his heart—yet he could not quite grasp its source. After all, compared to her in the past, she had undergone a complete transformation in temperament, appearance, and physical form. Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, the woman known as Luoyan Tian's eyes grew cold. She had just been about to issue a sharp reprimand when she suddenly recalled something, glanced at the white-haired woman beside her, hesitated, and then decided to hold her tongue. At the sound of this, the white-haired woman sighed softly, her gray-purple eyes turning toward Medusa, speaking in a calm, measured tone: "I assume your strength lies in her. Then, I shall defeat her. Afterward, I shall see if you still remain so resolute." "Such bold claims," Xiao Yan remarked. "It seems your previous palm strike did not teach you to be more restrained at all!" Medusa sneered, and a mighty surge of combat energy erupted violently from within her. Under the force of this overwhelming energy, even the surrounding space was violently shaken. As this powerful energy spread out to several meters around the white-haired woman, it suddenly encountered an invisible barrier, halting its advance—some of the seven-colored combat energy that managed to penetrate were visibly breaking down and dissipating into nothingness at a rapid pace. Observing that the two had begun to silently oppose each other, Yan Luotian chuckled and moved swiftly, charging directly toward Xiao Yan, his voice cold as he said, "Young man, I never expected you to break through the Three Beasts' Primordial Decree of Mulan's three elders. Your footwork and combat technique are quite intriguing—I'll definitely capture you and study them thoroughly." Gazing intently at the rushing Yanshuo Tian, Xiao Yan swiftly retreated with a flick of his fiery wings. Compared to the three elders of Mu Lan, this one proved far more formidable—indeed, a genuine Douzong powerhouse, whose strength was his own and whose movements were as effortless as breathing. As soon as Xiao Yan stepped back, a brilliant golden glow erupted from behind Yanshuo Tian. Instantly, two massive golden goose wings, each stretching seven to eight zhang in span, unfurled. With a single flap, a gust of wind roared forth, and his speed surged dramatically. In mere moments, he had materialized directly before Xiao Yan. A sweeping motion of his colossal golden wings unleashed a deluge of golden sparks, which surged across the sky, while the powerful gusts tore through the air, producing a piercing, continuous wailing sound that echoed endlessly across the heavens. Feeling the piercing, icy breeze enveloping every part of his body, Xiao Yan's face slightly paled. With a subtle mental effort, a vibrant green flame surged suddenly from within him. As the flame appeared, the temperature of the sky soared sharply, and the golden glimmers gradually transformed into clusters of golden flames, dissipating swiftly. "Unusual fire?" Seeing the green flames on Xiao Yan's body, Yan Luotian was momentarily astonished. Without retreating, he advanced, forming his palm into a blade shape, and a brilliant surge of golden light erupted, then forcefully slashing toward Xiao Yan's neck. Feeling the sharp, powerful wind carried by Yan Luotian's blade, Xiao Yan's feet flashed with rapid silver glimmers, and his body unexpectedly retreated backward. "Trying to escape?" Upon seeing Xiao Yan step back, Yan Luotian chuckled, twisting his body into an unusual arc. Then, with a foot press, he launched himself through the air, closing in steadily, like a persistent shadow. The yandu Tian who arrived swiftly also caused Xiao Yan's eyes to narrow slightly. The opponent's footwork technique seemed exceptionally remarkable—since mastering the "Three Thousand Thunder Strikes," this was the first time Xiao Yan had been so closely pursued. The silver glow beneath his feet flashed again, leaving a faint afterimage in place, while Xiao Yan himself materialized as if by teleportation, now standing dozens of meters away. As soon as Xiao Yan appeared, a gust of wind surged before him. Yandu Tian extended both hands flat, his legs slightly bent backward, gliding through the air like a goose in flight, once again following Xiao Yan with an eerie grace. "Heh, young man, your footwork is indeed impressive—it's almost on par with our Jin Yan Sect's 'Sky-Goose Movement.' If I could secure it and study it further, my speed would surely surpass that of ordinary Douzong-level warriors," Yandu Tian said with a sly, calculating smile, his face revealing unmistakable greed stirred by Xiao Yan's technique. "Now, are you going to run?" Upon seeing Xiao Yan, who had been pursued, not flee again, Yan Luotian raised an eyebrow. The golden light on his palm grew denser and more intense, its sharp qi vibrations slightly trembling the space around. Suddenly, his back feathers flared, and Yan Luotian materialized like a ghost, only half a meter away from Xiao Yan. With a cold smile, he drove his golden-lit hand-blade straight toward Xiao Yan’s shoulder. The golden blade sliced through the space, yet as it neared to strike Xiao Yan’s shoulder, a cold smile formed on his face. After maintaining the hand seal for a long time, Xiao Yan suddenly pushed it forward, and with remarkable grace, it gently met Yan Luotian’s chest. "Opening Mountain Seal!"