Xuan Hufa's laughter echoed across the sky like thunder, causing many below to visibly change their expressions. Instantly, countless sets of eyes turned toward the dense black clouds above. Though the clouds had now ceased their rolling, a deep, creeping blood-red hue was slowly seeping out from within. Where this blood-red hue spread, those with weaker strength felt a growing sense of fury and oppression rising from their very cores, prompting them all to hastily brace themselves, their faces filled with awe. At the side, Su Qian and Xiao Yi Xian also furrowed their brows upon sensing the ominous, deadly aura emanating from the clouds. Su Qian sighed in resignation—why hadn't Xiao Yan stepped in earlier? Did he truly believe he could defeat this formidable spirit, one capable of matching even a Douzong-level warrior? Although Xiao Yi was slightly puzzled in her heart, she placed great trust in Xiao Yan, knowing that, by his nature, he absolutely could not have done such a foolish thing. "Everyone, be careful!" Xiao Li's face was equally serious as he waved his hands and lightly commanded. Without needing Xiao Li's reminder, the group had already pushed their inner qi to its peak, with powerful qi swirling continuously around their bodies, appearing vibrant and colorful. "Hahahaha! What good will caution do? Once the ferocious spirit coalesces, you all will surely perish today!" Within the dark clouds in the sky, a cold, strange laugh suddenly echoed from Xuan, the guardian. The clouds then began to ripple and gradually dissipate. In mere moments, the thick dark clouds that had covered the valley vanished entirely, and warm sunlight poured down once more from the heavens. Yet the people present felt little warmth in the sunlight—instead, a faint, lingering chill remained. This chill emanated from the forest itself, originating from the blood-red figure high above the sky. Indeed, quite formidable. Those intense, oppressive negative emotions—so potent they could affect even others' minds—would surely pose significant trouble if they were to be tainted. Standing beside the blood-colored figure in the sky, Xuan, the guardian, was also suspended in the air, his entire body enveloped in black mist. He smiled gently at the fierce spirit beside him, radiating with turbulent rage, then chuckled with a lofty, superior gaze, looking down upon Xiao Yan and the others, quipping, "My objective is solely Xiao Yan. Should any of the bystanders now withdraw, I shall grant you all a chance at survival." Though his words seemed directed at everyone, his eyes remained fixed solely on Su Qian and Xiao Yi—the only two individuals, in his judgment, who truly commanded his respect. As for Su Qian and Xiao Yi, they naturally paid no attention to his words. They exchanged a glance, each of them gently exhaled, and a surge of immense power instantly erupted from both of them. Under the weight of this resounding pressure, the stronger fighters who had come to support Xiao Xiang gradually relaxed their tense minds. As a Douzong-level cultivator, no matter where they went, they always provided a strong sense of security. "Xuan, you needn't be so compassionate toward these people who are determined to die—after all, they won't cry until they see the coffin." Seeing Xuan successfully gather the fierce spirit, Han Feng couldn't help but smile and raised his head, laughing heartily at him. "Then it seems I'll have to settle for collecting the souls of just two Douzong-level cultivators this time, heh-heh. If I can secure these two souls, along with Xiao Xiang and the two unique flames within him, what other contribution will anyone else have when we return to the Hall?" "Xuan Hufa silently observed. Han Feng smiled, his gaze sharp and stern as he fixed on Xiao Yan, saying, "My good brother, if you had always stayed hidden within the Gan Nan Academy, I might have truly hesitated to treat you harshly. But now you've come to us of your own accord—then, it's no surprise that I won't hold back any longer." Xiao Yan glanced at Han Feng, then softly remarked, "You're just a dog fleeing from its home. I've only given you a little extra time. There's no need for such pride." "You're as sharp-tongued as ever," Han Feng's stern expression deepened, his gaze sweeping around the room, and he spoke with a cold, eerie smile, "Now, on our side, we have no less than five Dou-Zong-level masters. Today, I'd like to see who will emerge victorious. After all these encounters, perhaps it's finally time for me to win one for once!" Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, shifting his gaze, and suddenly fixed on Mo Tianxing beside him. "Heh, Mo Master, now don't you think this young man will make it this time?" "I've mentioned before that I have extensive experience in detoxification. Once this matter is settled, I'll definitely step in to remove the toxin from your son. Why should you risk your own safety for a relatively insignificant young man?" Noticing Xiao Yan's gaze, Han Feng turned to Mo Tianxing and coldly remarked. Currently, Xiao Yan's combined strength barely matched three Douzong-level masters, while Han Feng, excluding Mo Tianxing, still had four warriors of comparable Douzong strength. It appeared that Han Feng's side held the upper hand. Therefore, at this critical moment, Mo Tianxing's stance was particularly significant—should he align with Han Feng's side, Xiao Yan's chances of victory would become extremely slim; but if he supported Xiao Yan's side, the strength of both parties would even out. Han Feng's carefully recruited ally would then prove utterly meaningless. Mo Tianxing seemed to also understand his current role in the arena, yet he maintained his usual expressionless demeanor. Naturally, he recognized that on the surface, it appeared as though Xiao Yan and his companions were falling behind. However, being inherently cautious, he was unwilling to simply jump into the fray without careful consideration. Though he knew Xiao Yan was only at the sixth-star Duke of the Realm level, Mo Tianxing held a deep sense of respect and even greater caution toward him—this sense of apprehension surpassed that of Su Qian and Xiao Yi. After all, neither of those two had ever managed to nearly cripple a seventh-star Duke-level cultivator. As for how to handle Mo Tianxing, well, once we've dealt with this major threat of Xiao Yan, Han Feng will have his own way of gradually handling him... Xiao Yan paid no attention to the conversation between Han Feng and Mo Tianxing, standing straight as a spear on the plaza, his fingers gently rubbing the snow-white naga ring. After a moment, he slightly nodded with his chin, then turned to smile at Xiao Yi, Su Qian, saying, "I'll take care of the robust one and the Xuan Monastery abbot." Upon hearing this, both Su Qian and Xiao Yi were taken aback. The two—Feng Hún and Xuan Monastery abbot—were both Douzong-level masters, and their souls were deeply connected, working in exceptionally harmonious synergy. Unless Xiao Yan deployed his terrifying Fire Lotus technique, even with the speed boost from his bone wings, it would have been impossible for him to stand a chance against two Douzong-level warriors. Seeming to sense the astonishment in both their hearts, Xiao Yan waved a hand and smiled lightly. "Rest assured, I won't do anything that would lead to my death..." Seeing the smile on Xiao Yan's face, Su Qian and the Young Physician hesitated slightly, then nodded. Given Xiao Yan's usual demeanor, he wasn't someone who rushed into things blindly. If he said this, it likely meant he had something in his sleeve after all. "Hah! Xiao Yan, you truly are as arrogant as Han Feng described. Hah! Well, that's quite all right—myself, I rather enjoy it," said Xuan, the Guardian, who had listened intently and paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. Han Feng furrowed his brows slightly, glanced at Xiao Yan with some bewilderment. After all, with his strength at the level of a Battle Emperor, was he really attempting to challenge two Battle Emperors? Wasn't that just asking for a death? "Master Elder, Young Healer Su, the others will be under your care..." Ignoring the numerous mocking glances around him, Xiao Yan shook his shoulders, and as the broad jade bones of his wings unfolded slowly, he turned to smile gently at Su Qian and Su Qi. Then, with a sudden vibration of his wings, he shot into the sky, a swift whisper of motion. "Honestly, this fierce soul is the first one I've successfully coalesced. Today, I'll use you to offer it as a sacrifice!" Observing Xiao Yan charge straight and fiercely forward, Xuan, the Guardian, let out a cold laugh. With a subtle mental command, the blood-colored ethereal figure at his side surged like thunder, crashing downward with a powerful wave of violent punches, each one radiating a fierce gust of wind and immense pressure, aimed directly at Xiao Yan. The force of the punches was so intense that it instantly tore through the air, arriving with sudden, overwhelming impact. The dark, piercing gaze locked onto the blood-colored figure surging toward him, while a slow, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. With the snow-white storage ring clasped in his hand, he gradually tightened his grip and then unleashed a powerful punch.