Xiao Yan gave a calm glance at the two elders, Jin and Yin, whose bodies were stiff with shock. With a sudden snap of his fingertip infused with strong wind pressure, the sharp force surged like lightning into their heads. Instantly, both lost consciousness, their eyes going dark. Holding one in each hand, Xiao Yan tossed them out of the plaza like trash. The dull thuds as their bodies hit the ground caused several people to blink in surprise, quietly offering a brief moment of silent tribute in their hearts for the unfortunate elders. After this, Xiao Yan simply gave a拍拍 of his hands, turned to Mo Tianxing, and said, "Master Mo, has your young master been unconscious recently?" "As for the incident involving Mo Ya being poisoned, it naturally has nothing to do with Xiao Yan's affairs. However, after hearing about it from Xiao Yi Xian later, he hadn't given it much thought at the time. Now that he's suddenly recalling it, it seems to have become a rather solid advantage." "Back then, we were at odds—when he wanted to see me fall, it was entirely reasonable for me to employ a few measures," Xiao Yan said calmly, unaffected by Mo Tianxing's anger. Mo Tianxing paused, then clenched his teeth and spoke firmly, "I'll take the antidote. In that case, I'll treat this matter as if it never happened." "I'll give you the antidote, but you must no longer interfere in the affairs between Xiao's clan and Mo Yan Valley—otherwise..." As he spoke, a cold, determined expression passed over Xiao Yan's otherwise gentle face. For such a cunning old fox, gentle persuasion would have been as futile as trying to talk to a bull. Only by being direct and clear would he achieve the desired effect. Hearing this, Mo Tianxing immediately clenched his fists, as though hesitating. Seeing this, Han Feng quickly stepped forward and said, "Master Mo, has Xiang Yan poisoned Mo Ya? Don't fall for his scheme—on the matter of detoxification, I have some knowledge myself. Once this matter is settled, I'll personally treat him." "You truly have confidence in yourself. Herbalists and poison specialists are two entirely distinct professions. For ordinary toxins, a few detoxification pills are usually sufficient. But the toxin within Master Mo Ya's body is no ordinary one—this, I believe, Master Mo is most familiar with. Therefore, if you wish to entrust your son's life to a herbalist who isn't particularly skilled in poison treatments, the risk might be quite substantial..." Xiang Yan glanced at Han Feng and shook his head with a mocking tone. Upon hearing Xiang Yan's words, Mo Tianxing, who had initially been considering it, now hesitated as well. After a moment, he spoke in a low voice, "Can you swear—afterward—that you will completely eliminate the toxin from my son's body?" "With the name of the Xiao Sect, I assure you, Master Mo. Please don't worry—though under duress, even Xiao Yan wouldn't readily wish to offend a Dao Sect master." Hearing Mo Tianxing's gradually more relaxed tone, Xiao Yan smiled and said. Mo Tianxing maintained a stern expression for a while before finally slowly nodding. "Very well. I'll trust you this time!" "Master Mo, this young man is full of tricks—he's clearly trying to create discord. You know well the strength of his faction. Should he decide to hold you accountable later, even with your own Black Emperor Sect, I doubt you'll be able to withstand the pressure," said Han Feng, his eyes flashing with fierce anger, though his face betrayed a sense of regret. "I don't want to risk my son on this..." Mo Tianxing said, his voice heavy. He had nurtured Mo Ya for so many years, poured countless efforts into him, and naturally couldn't bear to watch him lose his life to the toxic effects. Moreover, the old man had agreed so swiftly—not because he was particularly eager, but because the circumstances demanded it. In his judgment, even if Han Feng managed to form a strong alliance, it would still be difficult to challenge the Xiao family and the Gan Nan Academy. After all, Xiao Yin was such a significant unpredictable factor. Therefore, he found himself unable to determine which side would ultimately prevail. Thus, stepping back now, observing the two sides battle it out, was a sound strategic move. Han Feng naturally found it difficult to anticipate Mo Tianxing's numerous concerns, though even if he did, the anger in his heart would likely remain strong. The sudden defection of a Douzong-level powerhouse was undoubtedly a significant blow, especially at this critical moment—many of the black-angled domain factions, previously wavering, might now feel hesitant. Consequently, once Mo Tianxing stepped back without involvement, the atmosphere on the plaza became notably tense. Several factions and powerful individuals gradually shifted their attention away from Han Feng, and some even took their wine cups, sipping quietly by themselves, seemingly indifferent to the oddity of the surrounding ambiance. The elder from Yingshan also appeared somewhat uneasy—should Mo Tianxing withdraw, how would they be able to stand a chance against Xiao Yan and the others? After all, with Xiang Yin joining them, they now had three Daoist cultivators—three strong contenders. Sensing the subtle shifts unfolding on the field, Xiang Yin slowly lifted a cold smile, casting an appreciative glance toward Xiao Yi. Had it not been for her annoyance at Mo Ya's constant disturbances, and her casual poisoning of him, Xiang Yin would have found it difficult to drive Mo Tianxing back today. Once Mo Tianxing retreated, Han Feng's position would be essentially stable—his efforts would hardly stir much further waves. After all, even with his own strength and the elder from E Jing Mountain, he simply couldn't make a decisive impact. Moreover, given the elder's cautious nature, even if the offer were tempting, he would likely choose rational retreat rather than risk a battle he knew he couldn't win. With a gentle wave of his hand, Su Mei, Wu Tie, Yin Gu, and the other supporting cultivators gradually formed a broad fan-shaped formation, encircling the square completely and sealing off all exits. Should anything go wrong today, the Mo Yin Valley would truly be erased from the Black Corner Domain. As more powerful figures dispersed, a subtle aura of ill omen gradually spread throughout the plaza. Some of the stronger individuals, whose inner composure was less resilient, began to feel the mounting pressure swirling within them, and quietly withdrew from their seats. As if sensing the thoughts swirling within Xiao Yan's mind, Han Feng slowly lifted his head, a strange smile playing upon his face. A sharp, eerie laugh then erupted from his mouth: "Xuan, please, go ahead and act!" "Boom! Boom!" Just as Han Feng's laughter had finished, black mist suddenly surged from the mountain walls surrounding the plaza, rising and unfurling in waves. Within moments, dozens of figures, completely enveloped in the black mist, materialized before everyone's eyes. The sudden development left all present stunned, and they quickly turned to look around in confusion. "Are those from the Spirit Palace?!" exclaimed Xiao Yan and the others, surprised. "I didn't expect Han Feng to have established contact with them!" A moment passed, then Xiao Yan's expression darkened, and he spoke with growing intensity. "Need not worry," said Su Qian and Xiao Yi, who stepped beside Xiao Yan. "Of these figures, only one possesses the strength of a Cultivator. The rest are nothing to be afraid of." Mo Tianxing and the Eagle Mountain elder also paused, taken aback, not expecting that Han Feng had reserved some of his cards after all. Among these enigmatic black mist figures, there was even a cultivator of Douzong level. "What you've heard so far is merely the wind I've deliberately blown—my intention was to draw you in, and I didn't expect you'd actually fall for it..." Han Feng chuckled, then turned his gaze toward Mo Tianxing and the Elder of Yingshan, smiling, "The two of you, our collaboration may now be even more secure. But for now, neither of you needs to step in." Hehe, I heard from Wu Fu, it's a bit troublesome... But fortunately, upon receiving your message, I've prepared quite a few things before coming over here..." The voice, initially soft and wavering, emerged from the swirling black mist, growing increasingly strained and sharp, echoing clearly in the presence of all. "Wu Fu?" Hearing this familiar name, a sudden surge of crimson flooded Xiang Yin's eyes, and a wave of furious anger surged within him, rippling like a tide. "It seems you harbor deep resentment toward Wu Fu, hehe—well, that makes sense. Your teacher was captured right in front of him, and as a disciple, you must have felt the weight of that. But don't worry, soon you'll be reunited with your teacher again..." The figure within the mist smiled coldly, then suddenly raised her voice. "All Soul Commanders, attend! Form the Array of Ten Thousand Souls to Consume the Spirit!" As the sound of the drink settled, a thick black mist suddenly surged forth from the shadowy human forms etched into the mountain walls. Instantly, it rolled like a black cloud, enveloping the entire valley. Then, several swirling masses of black mist rose into the air, emitting faint gleams. One after another, ethereal, ghostly souls with crimson eyes burst forth, like malevolent spirits, and then unleashed piercing, blood-chilling shrieks, flooding the valley with a relentless barrage of their spectral forms. On the seats, Han Feng's grim smile grew ever more intense.