Though seemingly delicate, the small fist struck against the Scorpion Mountain's chest and instantly caused a strange flush to rise on his face. His throat suddenly turned bitter, and he could no longer contain himself, spewing out a thick stream of blood. As the blood poured forth, the Scorpion Mountain stumbled backward, his form unsteady and disheveled—clearly, the solid punch from Zi Yan had left him severely wounded. After all, the sheer power of Zi Yan was such that even a Duke-level warrior would find it anything but pleasant. Xiao Yan wasn't averse to the practice of "pounding the dog that has just fallen into the water"—in fact, if such an opportunity arose, he would often strike even harder than usual. The qi within his body, having been disrupted by Zhu Yan's earlier punch, now flowed sluggishly and was partially blocked, signaling to Xie Shan that he was approaching a serious injury. Now, facing Xiao Yan's relentless assault, Xie Shan could no longer dare to meet the blows head-on and instead hurried to shift his position, narrowly evading the heavy staff attack. Though the staff missed, Xiao Yan chuckled and then flicked his hand, sending the staff flying with force toward Xie Shan. Having already been weakened by evading Xiao Yan's initial strikes, Xie Shan now felt sharp pains radiating through his meridians and was completely unable to react, thus watching helplessly as the staff swept toward him and finally struck his body with great force. "Pfft!" "A fresh stream of blood erupted once more, and finally, a flicker of fear passed through Xie Shan's eyes. Should this trend continue, he would indeed meet his end at Xiao Yan's hands, just as Wu Ya did. Clenching his teeth tightly, Xie Shan strained to channel the qi within his body, vigorously vibrating his back wings of qi, and using the force of the heavy staff to propel himself in a straight burst toward the direction of the Wàn Xī Gate's mountain entrance. "Do you think you can escape?" Seeing Xie Shan's movements, Xiao Yan sneered again, stepping forward with a swift motion. Then, with a point of his foot on the reverse side of the heavy staff he had previously thrown, he launched himself like a great pheasant, diving directly toward Xie Shan. Given Xiao Yan's speed, catching up with the now-injured Xie Shan was no great challenge. In mere moments, he appeared before Xie Shan, offering him a grim smile. Then, twisting his body slightly, he suddenly materialized behind Xie Shan in a most unusual manner. As Xiao Yan closed in, the color drained from the Scorpion Mountain elder's face, and with his current condition, he simply could not possibly hold his own against the advancing foe. "Inner Hall Elder, step forward and lend us your aid!" With his internal qi flowing sluggishly and growing increasingly despondent, the Scorpion Mountain elder roared at the senior elder still engaged in battle with his opponent nearby. Hearing the elder's urgent cry, the other elders gritted their teeth and fought desperately to break free from their adversaries, but only two Divinity Realm elders succeeded. With a swift motion, they surged toward the Scorpion Mountain elder. "Ah, it's not always a good thing to intervene in someone else's battle, is it?" As the two just broke through, a slender figure darted forward first, hovering mid-air, and smiled gracefully at them. "Get out of the way!" At the crucial moment, both Divinity Realm elders roared in anger, waving out two powerful streams of qi that surged directly toward Zi Yan. The two who charged directly, Zi Yan merely pursed her lips, tightened her small fists again, and with a low hum, delivered a forceful blow onto the two streams of qi. The sheer power instantly shattered the two qi streams into nothingness, leaving the two Supreme Sovereign-level warriors in stunned silence. Held in this manner by Zi Yan, the two Du Phong强者 naturally lost the optimal moment for reinforcements. Upon witnessing this, Xie Shan gritted his teeth and resolved to forcibly channel the Du Qi within his body. Yet, as this thought first arose, a faint, gentle laugh suddenly echoed from behind him. "Xie Shan, it seems today you won't get to witness the great victory of Wan Xie Sect..." The calm tone that issued from behind him sent a sudden chill through Xie Shan's entire body. With difficulty, he turned his head, meeting the close, cold face now directly before him. Noticing Xie Shan's gaze, Xiao Yan offered a composed, indifferent smile, then clenched his fists tightly and delivered a forceful blow directly to the back of Xie Shan's chest. "NO!" At the sight of Xiao Yan's action, Xie Shan was instantly terrified, his spirit seemingly fleeing, his voice now sharp and strained under the imminent threat of death. Yet for his senseless cry, Xiao Yan's cold smile grew even sharper. As his punch reached midway, a sudden cold command burst from his lips: "Ba Ji Bing!" With the command issued, the wind pressure on his fist surged dramatically, and a formidable inner force rapidly coalesced within his bones. Instantly, the punch struck hard against the other's back, delivering a powerful impact. At the same time, an elusive yet devastating inner force flowed through Xiao Yan's fist and penetrated deep into Xie Shan's body. "Boom!" A terrifying surge of power erupted from the back of the Scorpion Mountain, its shockwaves violently tearing through its garments. Then, a deep, resonant rumble echoed from within the mountain, causing its body to suddenly freeze—its complexion drained of color, and instantly, a gush of blood erupted from its mouth, mingled with fragments of torn internal organs. Clearly, the hidden force that had exploded within it had delivered a decisive, fatal blow. Under the watchful gaze of countless eyes, the qi-powered dual wings behind Scorpion Mountain gradually faded into a shimmering illusion, and after a moment, finally vanished entirely. With the support force completely lost, he then collapsed like a bird with broken wings, landing heavily upon the ground. "Seeing the Scorpion Mountain plummeting from the sky, the strong warriors of the Ten-Thousand Scorpion Sect were nearly at the brink of tears. In such a grand battle, the sect's master being slain before so many people—this was no small blow. While the warriors themselves held their composure, the ordinary disciples on the ground now lost all morale, their faces pale. 'Damn it! Kill him! Avenge our master!' The furious gaze from the heavens instantly converged upon Xiao Yan's body. Just a few hours into the battle, three warriors of the Ten-Thousand Scorpion Sect had already fallen at his hands—all at the level of Battle Emperor. How could the sect's people not now deeply resent Xiao Yan? Especially with the fall of the Scorpion Mountain, the anger of the sect's strongest warriors reached its peak. Immediately, roars of rage echoed across the sky, and the warriors, despite their opponents, surged forward with fierce determination, rushing directly toward Xiao Yan. Suddenly, a dozen figures surged toward him. Even Xiao Yan was taken aback—clearly, these people had been driven to the brink of madness. "Hey hey, the members of Wan Xie Sect—your opponents are us! If you'd like to cause trouble for Mr. Yan, you'll first have to ask us!" Of course, the stronger members of the Poison Sect weren't idle. With their momentum and morale at their peak, they swiftly closed the distance, reaching Xiao Yan before the Wan Xie Sect's champions did. With a sharp gaze, they encircled him, their expressions cold and mocking as they watched the Wan Xie Sect members attempting a coordinated assault. "Mr. Yan, rest now," said one of the Poison Sect's Dou Huang-level warriors, smiling warmly at him. "The rest of the battle is ours. Your trust in us speaks volumes—your performance has truly won over our hearts." Xiao Yan nodded with a smile. Defeating three Supreme Sovereigns in a row had been no small feat, so he didn't hesitate—his body moved swiftly, stepping out of the battlefield and rising to a higher altitude in the sky. He plucked a handful of pills from his mouth and devoured them with great haste, feeling a growing stream of pure energy circulating within him. Only then did he exhale in relief, lifting his gaze to fix a serious expression on the battlefield between Medusa and the Soul Palace's Iron Protector.