"Boom!" Two figures suddenly collided in the sky, their fists and feet meeting, sending out a thunderous crack that resonated deeply across the heavens. The figures barely touched before swiftly retreating, one of them with slightly unsteady steps, clearly having taken a small setback from the fierce impact. "Heh, Su Qian, Senior Monastic, do you really think I'm still the same韩枫 from back then?" Steadying himself with light footfalls, Han Feng chuckled, turning to the now slightly unbalanced Su Qian who was retreating a few paces away. "I never expected you to have grown so much stronger in these years. But to defeat me? This little display? I think it's still far from enough!" Though Su Qian had been slightly outmatched, he remained composed, speaking calmly. "Old man, it's just a few tricks I've been playing with you. Really think I've only got this much? If it weren't for the loss of my 'Sea Heart Flame,' I'd have had no trouble defeating you at all!" Han Feng shook his head, yet as soon as his mocking voice fell, a remarkably powerful surge of scorching energy erupted suddenly in the distance sky. Feeling the sheer strength of this energy wave, even Han Feng's face subtly changed, and his gaze quickly shifted—his eyes then widened sharply: "Xiao Yan!" At the point of Han Feng's gaze, the young cloaked figure hovered mid-air, with two flames of differing hues interwoven in his palms. As they fused, waves of violently intense and terrifying energy surged forth. Han Feng was no stranger to this scene—he had himself been wounded by Xiao Yan's unique fire technique years ago, ultimately suffering a soul-separation ordeal. Thus, upon seeing this display now, his heart trembled deeply. He knew well that Xiao Yan's astonishing fire lotus technique could inflict significant damage even upon a Daoist Grand Master. When Han Feng sensed Xiao Yan's movements, Mo Tianxing, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Xiao Yisheng, also felt it. His gaze swiftly shifted, and upon seeing the source of energy, his expression changed. Currently, he was being held in place by Xiao Yisheng, and if Xiao Yan joined the fight now, it would be extremely unfavorable for him. "Han Feng, block him!" Remembering the dire fate that awaited him if struck by that terrifying force, Mo Tianxing trembled throughout his body. Being unable to move due to Xiao Yisheng's hold, he only managed to roar at Han Feng's position. Upon hearing Mo Tianxing's command, Han Feng's brows furrowed, gritting his teeth and saying, "These three incompetents—how could they possibly hold even one person back?" As he spoke, he turned and moved toward Xiao Yan's direction. "You're treating me as if I don't exist?" However, just as Han Feng began to move, a figure suddenly appeared before him. Su Qian smiled calmly and said so. "Get out of my way, old coot!" Han Feng's face grew stern. With a sweeping motion of his sleeve, a powerful surge of ki in the form of a flowing ribbon slammed directly into Su Qian. Su Qian stepped back slightly, flicked his finger, and with a delicate snap, the soft fabric of his sleeve transformed into something as rigid and resilient as gold or iron, then struck the ki ribbon head-on. A brilliant explosion of energy erupted, shattering the ribbon into fragments. "I must admit, defeating you is no easy task," Su Qian said calmly, offering Han Feng a gentle smile. "But keeping you at bay? That's quite manageable." A torrent of potent ki surged forth from within him, radiating like a brilliant arc of light. His form then became a streak of lightning, charged with overwhelming momentum, charging straight toward Han Feng and firmly anchoring him in place. Faced with Su Qian's relentless tenacity, Han Feng could only roar in frustration, unleashing his full reservoir of powerful ki. With each movement, vast ribbons of ki—each stretching over ten or more zhang in length—swung out like great swords, sweeping across the sky. The surrounding mountains groaned and shattered under As the thunderous battle unfolded among Xiao Yan and the others, its immense presence drew the attention of many. Not long after, several powerful figures from the Black Thorns Domain arrived on the scene. Upon arriving, they were struck with awe by the scale of the clash unfolding above, quickly retreating to ensure their safety—such a battle, once involved, would either claim lives or leave them severely wounded. As the intensity of the conflict grew, more and more people were drawn to the scene. By this point, some began to grasp what truly fueled such a fierce confrontation among so many Douzong-level masters—beyond the irresistible allure of the Bodhi Body Essence, what else could possibly account for it? However, although many had already guessed the cause of the great battle, under the relentless waves of terrifying aura pressing down from the sky, even those driven by keen greed could only quietly restrain themselves. They simply didn't have the qualification to join in—thus, at this moment, those who had long coveted Bodhi's transformation could only watch from the sidelines, free to witness the rare and awe-inspiring clash unfolding above. Above, a graceful figure streaked across the sky like a lightning flash. The formidable power radiating from her jade palm nearly pierced through the spatial barriers, reaching the pale-faced Qi Shan before her hand even arrived. The sheer force transmitted from the palm struck Qi Shan with devastating impact. "Pfft!" As the force surged through, Qi Shan's face instantly flushed with blood, and then he coughed up a thick stream of blood, his chest momentarily indented under the immense pressure. Hit so severely, Qi Shan immediately fell into a critical condition. Under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers from the surrounding mountain ranges, he plummeted like a meteor into the vast, dense forest, his fate uncertain. With a second palm strike, Qi Shan was once again defeated. Zi Yan exhaled gently, her full, lush chest rising and falling with each breath. Suddenly, a surge of purple light erupted across her body. Amid this surge, her mature and alluring figure began to shrink—remarkably—continuing for just a few fleeting moments. In the midst of countless astonished gazes, the mature beauty transformed back into her youthful girl form. Now, with a slightly pale complexion, Zi Yan appeared somewhat winded, clearly having expended considerable energy during this transformation. Wiping away the sweat from her forehead, she turned her gaze toward Xiao Yan's position. At that moment, the two hues of fire in his hands had fully merged, forming a jade-green lotus about the size of a palm, now resting gently in his palm. A jade-green flame lotus floated above Xiao Yan's palm, gently rotating and emitting a soft luminescence, appearing like a flawless work of art—beautiful and alluring. Yet beneath this beauty lay a fierce, destructive energy, wild and turbulent. Upon seeing the lotus take shape, Xiao Yan exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, slowly lifting his head and smiling at Zi Yan who stood a little distance away. With a flick of his finger, a pill shot out and settled before her. Without hesitation, Zi Yan swallowed the pill whole and leapt into position beside Xiao Yan, then cast a watchful glance toward the onlookers scattered across the surrounding mountains. "Good job," Xiao Yan said, patting her head gently. Raising his face slightly, he smiled faintly at Mo Tianxing and Han Feng, who were engaged in the ongoing battle, his clear voice resonating throughout the mountain range with the strength of the surrounding qi. "Mo Master, Han Feng—whom among you would like to take a hit?" Xiao Yan's voice immediately caused Mo Tianxing and Han Feng, who were engaged in battle, to pale. Their opponents were no ordinary foes—fighting them required full concentration and absolute focus. If Xiao Yan, with his powerful Flame Lotus technique, launched a surprise attack without them noticing, their situation would likely become dire. A single misstep might even allow the opponents to exploit their vulnerabilities and deliver a decisive blow. Thoughts raced through Mo Tianxing's mind in a flash. After a brief moment, Mo Tianxing broke free from Xiao Yi Xian's hold and hurriedly smiled at Xiao Yan, saying, "Master Xiao, please don't rush." Xiao Yan glanced at Mo Tianxing and smiled gently, asking, "Master Mo, do you still intend to continue fighting?" Mo Tianxing scanned the surroundings, his heart sinking slightly. He hadn't expected that Xiao Yan would be able to eliminate the three senior elders of Magu Valley so swiftly. With that, the situation had become quite unfavorable. He was already slightly at a disadvantage in his battle against Xiao Yixian, and now, with Xiao Yan continuously drawing upon his reserves, a defeat seemed inevitable. His eyes flashed rapidly before he finally sighed, bowed respectfully to Xiao Yan, and said, "Indeed, you are no ordinary master of the Xiao family. This level of prowess has been truly impressive. Very well, the Black Emperor Sect shall no longer intervene in this matter." Of course,韩枫 had heard every word of Mo Tianxing's speech. At once, his face turned extremely grim—without Mo Tianxing holding off Xiao Yi, how could he possibly manage two Dou-Zong cultivators, not to mention the ever-watchful Xiao Yan looming over him?