As the colors of Xiao Yixian's eyes shifted, the space before her suddenly became strangely distorted. The black mist sword, streaking like lightning, slowed down noticeably as it passed through the warped space. "Sky-Shadow Poison Technique!" A voice devoid of emotion gently emerged from Xiao Yixian's lips. Immediately, a powerful gray-purple aura surged forth from within her, rapidly coalescing into two massive hands of combat energy. These hands lunged forward and firmly grasped the black mist sword. Faced with this resistance, the black mist sword could no longer advance an inch. Yet the sharp, cold blade energy at its tip still sent阵阵stinging sensations through Xiao Yixian's skin. After absorbing the soul of Xuan Fuzheng, Han Feng had surpassed her in strength. Thus, defending against this attack was no longer as effortless as it had been before. Among the Douzong-level cultivators, even between star ranks, there existed significant differences—crossing those gaps remained quite challenging. The gray-purple aura-hand and the black mist sword were locked in a stalemate. After a moment, a flash of cold light flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes, and her hand seal abruptly changed. With a light cry, it emerged from her lips! As the cry resonated, the gray-purple aura-hand instantly swelled significantly. Then, one hand seized the tip of the sword, the other grasped its hilt. The strongly corrosive gray-purple aura swiftly wrapped around the sword, and then, with a sudden snap— "Crack!" A crisp, clear sound echoed across the sky. The massive black mist sword was severed into two halves, its stored aura and soul energy rapidly being corroded by the gray-purple aura. "Hmph." With the sword violently destroyed by Xiao Yi, Han Feng's body trembled, and a deep, resonant sound emerged from his throat. He chuckled darkly, "I never expected a woman of your caliber to possess such formidable prowess. Though you've shattered my soul sword, I suspect the soul blade's brilliance must have suffered as well?" The young physician maintained a cold expression, paying no attention to Han Feng's words. Her fingers, forming seals, gently trembled—her soul-blade aura, strange and piercing, almost disregarded her aura defense, directly targeting her soul. Had she not been a strong Douzong-level cultivator with a solid soul power, she would likely have sustained significant injuries. The aura slowly spiraled around her jade hands, and the sharp, numb sensation gradually faded. She glanced at Xiao Yan, now fully focused, merging his energy into a flaming lotus at the back. As she sensed the lotus taking shape in his hands, a slight sense of relief settled in her heart. At this moment, Han Feng too sensed the gradually intensifying surge of terrifying energy emanating from Xiao Yan's hands. His face instantly tightened, and with a sudden movement, his body vanished from his original position as if transported—reappearing only a short distance away from Xiao Yan. Yet before he could advance further, a graceful, elegant figure materialized before him, persistent as a shadow, her gray-purple, sharp fingernails lightly slicing through the space, aiming a piercing strike at his chest. Faced with Han Feng's furious assault, Xiao Yi, the Young Healer, dared not slacken her efforts. Her internal qi flowed to its peak, and as the厄难toxin in her body began to unlock, the toxicity of her internal qi intensified dramatically—precisely what Han Feng most feared. Thus, despite gaining the upper hand in several encounters, she remained cautious, avoiding any daring maneuvers. Above, two blurred figures flashed past each other in lightning-fast exchanges. Ordinary强者could barely track their forms, let alone maintain a clear sight of both; only those with keen eyesight could, by sensing the ripples in the air,勉强pinpoint their positions. Near the battlefield between Xiao Yixian and Han Feng, Su Qian and the Eagle Mountain elder stood face to face, occasionally engaging in brief exchanges without giving their full strength. For now, the elder had already made up his mind to retreat—he knew that today’s alliance was likely destined to fall through. He was aware that Xiao Yan and the others clearly harbored unresolvable grievances with Han Feng. His own objective was merely to secure the Bodhi Body Fluid, and he had no intention of becoming entangled in their disputes. Thus, during their encounters, he did not display his full capabilities. Su Qian likewise understood this. His purpose was simply to keep the elder occupied, preventing him from interfering in the battle above. Since the elder was willing to prolong the engagement, Su Qian naturally had no objections. Should Han Feng learn that the helper he had carefully invited was instead playing such minor games at this crucial moment, he would surely be displeased and find his internal qi disrupted. On the plaza, there was a quiet stillness. The strong contenders summoned by both sides had not yet engaged, for they all understood that the true battlefield lay above. These reinforcements, though numerous, truly offered little practical impact. While their combined strength might pose some threat to a Douzong-level master, they had not yet been foolish enough to risk a full-scale effort—nor to inadvertently offend one. This day’s conflict was fundamentally between the Xiao Sect and the Mo Yan Valley, between Xiao Yan and Han Feng. They had no intention of becoming deeply involved. After all, should they choose the wrong side, the consequences later on would be severe. Thus, maintaining neutrality—neither stepping in nor actively supporting—proved to be the most prudent course. Gazing up at the thunderous clash in the sky, many spectators unconsciously wiped cold sweat from their brows. The battle between cultivators of the Duke-level truly left one breathless—the immense power exerted even in the simplest movements, capable of shaking the very space around them, was precisely the realm countless individuals aspired to achieve. Compared to Xiao Yixian, Han Feng's appearance was slightly disheveled, but overall, after the astonishingly intense battle he had just endured, his injuries were far less severe than hers. Having absorbed the soul of Xuan Fuzheng, his strength now surpassed that of Xiao Yixian. As his breathing gradually stabilized, a cold smile began to form on Xiao Yixian's face. She could sense a remarkably violent and terrifying surge of heat energy coalescing just behind her—further away, forming a distinct presence. Her gaze shifted, and she saw that near the back, Xiao Yan was hovering in midair, his bone wings vibrating. In his hands, a three-colored lotus flower, about a foot in size, was slowly rotating. With each rotation, delicate, heart-pounding spatial fissures were spreading out around them. Upon seeing Xiao Yixian's gaze, Xiao Yan gently nodded to her and then lightly moved his lips. The Xiao Yi Xian gently blinked, absorbing the transmission from Xiao Yan with full attention, then subtly nodded. "Damn it!" When Xiao Yan formed the flaming lotus in his hands, Han Feng also became aware of it, his expression growing increasingly stern as he muttered under his breath. Though he cursed, his movements remained swift and precise. He knew well how formidable the lotus, blending three distinct hetero-flames, could be, so he didn't hesitate—steadily channeling a vast expanse of cold, dark mist from within himself. Within just a brief moment, the mist fully enveloped the sky, pressing down with a dense, chilling weight that made the atmosphere feel oppressive. A dense black mist enveloped the horizon, radiating waves of coldness akin to tides, surging continuously as if endless. This vast sea of mist was condensed from all the qi within Han Feng's body, possessing an exceptionally powerful force. Hearing Xiao Li's roar, Su Mei and the others paused slightly, then quickly retreated toward the valley's outer edge, like rabbits in flight. Some of the stronger fighters and leaders from the various factions also followed, though a few more cautious ones hesitated, fearing they might have been set up for a trap.