Han Feng's cold roar, charged with lethal intent, shattered the stillness of the atmosphere in this region. Warriors from the Magic Flame Valley and the Black Emperor Sect instantly surged with overwhelming killing intentions, their gazes sharp and piercing, fixed upon Xiao Yan's party. At the same time, both sides dispatched additional elite forces to meet the emerging contingents from the Xiao Sect and the Cangnan Academy now appearing in the sky. The warriors dispatched by the Magic Flame Valley and the Black Emperor Sect were all the finest of their respective sects, possessing formidable strength. On the surface, the combined forces appeared to hold a clear advantage over the Xiao Sect and Cangnan Academy. Even after sending off a significant number of their strongest warriors to block Xiao Li and his companions, the remaining forces still vastly outnumbered the four members of Xiao Yan's party, each radiating a steady, powerful aura—clearly among the most outstanding among them. The squad dispatched to block Xiao Li and his companions did not exchange many words upon their first meeting—they immediately erupted into a chaotic, fierce battle, their powerful qi waves mingling with cold, lethal intent to create a dazzling display of energy fireworks and deep, resonant explosions in the sky. Xiao Yan smiled lightly, glancing at the strong contenders from the Xiao Sect and the Gan Nan Academy who had been intercepted. He showed little concern. Han Feng and Mo Tianxing planned to concentrate their elite forces against the four of them tomorrow, so the detachment sent to intercept Xiao Li and his companions wasn't particularly strong. Now, after the clash, they not only failed to gain the upper hand but were actually falling behind—likely unable to hold off for long. Of course, Xiao Yan hadn't placed his hopes solely on Xiao Li and his group. The core of this battle remained firmly with the four of them. Should any unforeseen incident occur among them, the strong forces from the Xiao Sect and Gan Nan Academy would lack the capability to significantly alter the situation. Seeing Xiao Yan's light smile, Han Feng's own smirk deepened. He knew Xiao Yan's nature well—he was absolutely not going to easily yield the Bodhi Body Saliva. With that, he found no need to prolong the conversation, merely exchanging glances with Mo Tianxing, both of whom nodded slightly. "Your two senior elders, take on Xiao Yan. With the three of us working together, even a Douzong-level powerhouse should be able to hold their own—shouldn't be a problem, right?" Turning to the red-haired senior elder Fangyan, Han Feng spoke in a steady, serious tone. The dialect smiled and nodded again. As for the rumors about Xiao Yan, he had heard many over the years, and he was well familiar with Xiao Yan's achievements during his time in Black Angle Domain. Thus, he didn't harbor much doubt. However, he was quite confident that together with the two senior elders from the Magic Flame Valley, they would be able to prevail—since the latter two were nearing the peak of the Battle Emperor rank and worked exceptionally well as a team. With their combined strength, the odds of defeating a still four-star Battle Emperor like Xiao Yan should exceed six out of ten. "The purple-haired girl will be handled by me and Qi Elder," said Mo Ya, standing behind Mo Tianxing. "Agreed." Mo Tianxing nodded casually, offering no further encouragement. With Mo Ya and Qi Shan working together, they should have few rivals even at the Sovereign Rank level—defeating a young girl should be no issue. Though he knew the purple-haired girl was somewhat unusual, oddity didn’t necessarily mean weakness. Feeling his breath locked by Han Feng, Su Qian’s expression remained unchanged. With a subtle movement, he drifted gently upward, halting a short distance away from Han Feng, and said calmly, “I never thought the Dan Emperor who once dominated Black Angle Domain would have turned into such a half-human, half-goblin figure. Though I don’t know how you managed to maintain your former appearance after taking over someone else’s body, your current state bears little resemblance to the grace and dignity you once carried as the Dan Emperor.” Su Qian’s words immediately darkened Han Feng’s complexion. The way he now appeared—half-human, half-goblin—had always been a deep source of pain for him. Grasping his teeth tightly, he growled fiercely, “Old immortal, it’s all thanks to you. I’ll be reduced to this state because of your relentless efforts. As long as I, Han Feng, am alive, you shall never find peace!” By the end of it, Han Feng was nearly shouting, his face contorted with fierce, cruel intensity. A somewhat ethereal, powerful energy surged forth from within him, flooding out in overwhelming waves. In an instant, he moved like a ghost, materializing directly before Su Qian. A scorching gust of wind, erupting like a volcanic blast, struck Su Qian's chest with fierce, precise, and ruthless force. Where the punch passed, space warped, and even the invisible air was torn, forming a concave arc that clung to the edge of Han Feng's fist. Feeling the strength of Han Feng's attack, Su Qian's face slightly paled. His sleeve suddenly hardened like iron, then surged with a cold breeze, meeting Han Feng's fist with a solid impact. "Boom!" The fist met the sleeve, sending a spiraling gust of wind sweeping outwards, whistling through the sky. Han Feng and Su Qian retreated a few steps, then swiftly moved again, charging forward with the force of a tiger leaping from the mountain, entangling themselves in fierce combat, releasing waves of astonishing power and energy bursts. Seeing Su Qian and Han Feng locked in intense battle, the three elder monks—Fangyan—had their eyes flash with cold determination, then turned their gaze toward Xiao Yan, who smirked. The three formed a triangle and advanced steadily toward him. Observing the movements of the three elders, Xiao Yisheng's eyes sparkled with intent, yet before she could act, a figure materialized before her—Mo Tianxing, smiling calmly. "Your opponent is me. Don't worry about the others." Gazing faintly at Mo Tianxing, the young physician gently lifted the corner of her delicate mouth, forming an eerie curve. A subtle mist of gray and purple began to seep out from her garments. As for the elder's speech, Xiao Yan merely glanced at him casually, then stretched his arms lazily, grasped his staff in hand, and with a smile, the massive Xuanzhong Scale materialized. "All this chatter is unnecessary. Simply relying on verbal techniques won't suffice to seize the Bodhi Body Saliva from me. Moreover—" As he finished speaking, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the heavy scale moved almost in unison with his voice, generating a steady, scorching pressure that swept past him and was forcefully hurled toward the back. "Clang!" A crisp sound of metal on metal erupted behind him. The figure staggered back several steps before steadying himself, his hands gripping his great sword trembling slightly. His gaze, serious and focused, followed Xiao Yan's retreating form. It seemed the second elder of Mo Yan Valley had not anticipated the strength and responsiveness of Xiao Yan's reaction. "And then... show us your true strength! This kind of ambush tactic means nothing to me. Your Magin Valley won't be surviving in Black Angle Domain just on these tricks, will it?" With a casual strike, he sent the attacking elder of Magin Valley reeling. Xiao Yan smiled at the elder, revealing a bright, dazzling set of white teeth—so white they seemed to chill the heart. "I've often heard that Master Xiao's rhetorical skills are no weaker than his physical prowess. Today's encounter confirms that claim..." The elder chuckled with a mocking tone, then his smile gradually turned cold as he said, "I've heard Master Xiao controls the unique flames. I'd like to know—can our Magin Valley's artificially created unique flames match yours?" As he finished speaking, the elder suddenly roared, "Second brother! Third brother!" Hearing the shout in the local dialect, the second and third elders of Mo Yan Valley instantly responded with a shout, then launched themselves backward, retreating a short distance. As their hand seals rapidly shifted, three pale gray flames suddenly rose from within their bodies, resonating with one another. After a brief moment, they fully detached from their forms and soared outward, coalescing in the space above the center of the three elders. With the fusion of these three pale gray flames, a strange, gray-brown flame gradually rose into the sky within just half a minute. As this gray-brown flame appeared, the temperature of the sky surged sharply—enough so that subtle distortions began to form in the space surrounding the flame. The heat of this flame now appeared remarkably close to that of the extraordinary fire.