Staring coldly at the dialect rapidly losing its vitality, Xiao Yan exhaled softly. With a simple hand gesture, the seal ring on the dialect's fingers detached automatically and settled into Xiao Yan's hands. As the dialect had perished, the soul imprints within the seal ring also vanished, allowing Xiao Yan's soul energy to flow seamlessly into the ring. After a swirl of energy, a scroll resembling flames materialized in his palm. On one side of the scroll, the three bold characters "Nong Yan Ju" stood out prominently. Seeing the "Nong Yan Ju" now in his possession, Xiao Yan finally relaxed. He then casually tossed the gradually cooling body of the dialect to the ground and stored the scroll within the seal ring. After the previous battle, Xiao Yan grew increasingly enthusiastic about this so-called "Lingyan Technique." While the name of the technique wasn't particularly special—indeed, it was even quite common, as he had encountered other techniques with the same name before—the true marvel lay in its effectiveness. Though the artificially created hetero-fire fell short of genuine hetero-fire, it was still vastly superior to ordinary flames. Of course, what truly captivated Xiao Yan most wasn't the artificial hetero-fire itself, but rather the flame manipulation ability granted by the "Lingyan Technique." Having fought against Fang Ye and his two companions earlier, Xiao Yan realized that while their soul strengths weren't particularly powerful, they were capable of shaping the "Huangsheng Fire" into the magnificent "Stellar Phoenix Fire." This achievement clearly stemmed from the "Lingyan Technique." Therefore, if Xiao Yan could master this technique, his own flame manipulation skills would undoubtedly see a significant enhancement. Quickly dispatched the three dialectal fighters, just as Xiao Yan's gaze was about to shift to the other battle zones in the sky, a deep, resonant sound erupted above, drawing his attention. "Boom!" At the site of the energy explosion, it was Zi Yan's battlefield. Currently, she appeared slightly disheveled under the combined assaults of Mo Ya and Qi Shan. Though her strength was formidable, Mo Ya seemed to have mastered a specialized technique designed to counter raw power—each time he absorbed her force, it felt as though her punches were striking like cotton, leaving her frustrated. Meanwhile, Qi Shan, the cunning old man, kept launching attacks at opportune moments. As a result, Zi Yan was gradually gaining the upper hand, nearly falling behind. Had it not been for the two opponents respecting her overwhelming power, she would have likely succumbed already... "Boom!" Zi Yan's dual fists once again met Mo Ya's assault, yet the latter unexpectedly twisted his body, causing Zi Yan's fists to scatter strangely. At that moment, Qi Shan spotted the opening and surged forward with a sudden burst, shoulder colliding forcefully against Zi Yan's torso. The resulting shockwave sent Zi Yan staggering back. With steady, rhythmic steps, he pressed his feet against the sky, gradually regaining his balance. He brushed a thin trail of blood from his lip, and a faint purple glow shimmered subtly within his eyes—like gemstones. "I'll handle them," Zi Yan said, turning slightly toward Xiao Yan who had flown in, his voice calm and steady. "You go assist the others." The expression on his face, once familiar with his usual smile, now carried a serious determination, deeply rooted in his very being. Hearing Zi Yan's words, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, his gaze carefully sweeping over her face. Now, she no longer seemed like the innocent little girl of old—instead, she appeared more like a furious beast king desperately striving to preserve the dignity inherent within her. "Yes," Xiao Yan nodded slightly, without hesitation, then slowly stepped back. He was fully aware that within this young girl lay a powerful energy—should it erupt, even a Douzong-level warrior would be able to stand no match against her. As the two, Mo Ya and Qi Shan, listened to Zi Yan's words, they realized that Xiao Yan had already slain the three senior monks of Mo Yi Valley. Their faces immediately changed—those were no ordinary figures: one was already on the verge of Douzong rank, and the other two were nearing the peak of Douhuang strength. How could Xiao Yan, with only the strength of a four-star Douhuang, have accomplished such a feat? Stunned, Mo Ya and Qi Shan exchanged a glance, both feeling a lingering sense of unease—thankfully, they hadn't immediately faced off against this terrifying figure. As the purple light spread, cracks suddenly appeared in the garments upon Zǐ Yán's slender frame, and soon, her figure rapidly grew taller under Xiao Yan's astonished gaze. Her long purple hair lengthened steadily, flowing smoothly until it reached the curve of her full hips, where it finally settled. Before Xiao Yan now stood was no longer the petite girl she once was—her tall, graceful stature, slender waist, full, lush breasts, and long purple hair cascading to her hips transformed her into a mature, elegant woman radiating an extraordinary charm. Though Xiao Yan had seen this transformation before—during Zǐ Yán's initial evolution in the small valley, when she had appeared completely nude—this time, with her garments now torn and her youthful springtime charm subtly revealed, he was truly struck by her beauty. Feeling the astonishing surge of power from Zi Yan—now several times stronger than before—Mo Ya’s face immediately turned grim. He quickly raised both hands, forming an unusual stance, and swiftly met the force head-on. Yet this time, Mo Ya failed to make any progress as he had in the past. When Zi Yan’s long leg made contact with his palm, the overwhelming power struck with raw, unrefined force, completely shattering his previously employed deflection technique. Without that deflection, the full force of Zi Yan’s power would now pour directly onto Mo Ya’s body. "Pop!" As Zi Yan’s leg struck Mo Ya’s palm, a sharp, crisp sound of bone breaking instantly echoed through the air, and Mo Ya’s face twisted into a fierce, contorted expression. "Pop!" An irresistible force surged forth, and Mo Ya expelled a burst of blood directly from his mouth. His body then collapsed like a cannonball, plunging straight into the ground and crashing hard into the forest. The residual waves of force uprooted the entire forest in the area, spreading vast, arm-thick fissures that wound outward like great serpents. His eyes swept over the two battle circles, and Xiao Yan's brows slightly furrowed. Mo Tianxing and Xiao Yi's strengths were quite comparable, both hovering around four-star Dao Sect level. However, thanks to Xiao Yi's strange and eerie toxin techniques, she appeared to hold a slight edge. Thus, Xiao Yan wasn't overly concerned about her. Though both were four-star Dao Emperors, Xiao Yan knew that Xiao Yi still possessed the powerful "Hardship Toxin Body" technique—once unleashed, it would likely make defeating Mo Tianxing quite manageable. As for Su Qian, the senior abbot, however, the situation appeared somewhat less promising. Su Qian, the Senior Elder, in terms of actual strength, still falls slightly short of Xiao Yi Xian and Mo Tianxing. Back then, his power was roughly at the level of a Two-Star Battle Sect Master, and though he has made some progress over the years, he has only reached the peak of a Three-Star Battle Sect Master. Originally, with such strength, he should have had no trouble defeating Han Feng from earlier. But now, things have changed. After enduring a life-or-death trial, Han Feng not only survived but his strength surged dramatically, reaching a level that now rivals seasoned Battle Sect Masters like Mo Tianxing. Moreover, Han Feng's spiritual power is notably stronger than that of ordinary Battle Sect Masters, which further enhances his combat effectiveness. As a result, during their battles, Su Qian, though slightly outmatched, has not faced any particularly dire threats. While Han Feng is indeed stronger, it would be impossible for him to defeat Su Qian without incurring significant sacrifices. Among the Douzong强者, unless it's a truly life-or-death battle where everyone gives everything, combat typically lasts a considerable duration, and Han Feng, Su Qian, and the others are all fairly evenly matched. Thus, this is destined to be a prolonged struggle—of course, all this assumes no outside participants are involved... "Looks like the Huan Pavilion has provided him with substantial support," Xue Yan murmured, his gaze coldly fixed upon Han Feng, who now stood confidently, pressing Su Qian into the defensive. "But I wonder—will he be able to withstand another strike from the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus?" A subtle, eerie smile gradually formed at the corner of his lips.