Gazing at the thunder pouring down from all around, after a moment, Xiao Yan slowly raised his head, gazing at the thick, dark clouds in the sky, now almost rendered silver in hue. Within them, a remarkably potent energy surged—clearly, the Wind and Thunder Northern Pavilion had truly pulled out all the stops to capture him. This grand array had indeed proven decisive. The Senior Monks with long eyebrows fixed his gaze tightly on Xiao Yan, his voice resonating like thunder, echoing through the heavens of Tianbei City. For several days, the Han family had been under considerable pressure due to their detention. By publicly stating these words now, they were providing an explanation to both the people of Tianbei City and the Han family. Of course, the primary objective was to mitigate the negative impact accumulated over these days. After all, Fenglei Pavilion was merely one of the branches of Fenglei Pavilion; if their reputation were tarnished as a result, they would inevitably bear responsibility. "Hehe, Xiao Yan, your opponents are the three elder monks. This mere puppet shall be mine." As the Earth Spirit Puppet just stepped forward, the thunderous veil suddenly split open, and Hong Tian Xiao laughed, flashing in with ease and intercepting the puppet. "Kill him..." Xiao Yan's silver eyes scanned Hong Tian Xiao with calm detachment, speaking softly. The moment the words left his lips, a shimmer of silver burst forth from the puppet's body, intensifying the force of each punch. The blows carried a deep sonic boom, crashing powerfully against Hong Tian Xiao. Seeing the puppet suddenly surge in strength, Hong Tian Xiao could not afford to slacken his efforts. He knew this puppet was exceptionally formidable—should he make a single misstep, it would indeed be a fatal blow. Yet fortunately, his objective was merely to hold it off, not to defeat it. A mighty surge of crimson soul energy erupted from Hong Tian Xiao, flowing like flames. He drew out a two-zhang-long great sword, vigorously wielding it until it collided powerfully with the Earth Spirit Puppet, instantly igniting a fierce battle. Faced with this state, even the Elder with the Long Eyebrow could not afford to be careless. He altered his hand seals, and the thunder clouds above rolled and surged, then roared with a tremendous sound—followed by a massive bolt of lightning, stretching over ten feet in length, crashing down like a furious dragon and striking the Soul Spirit Cannon with tremendous force. "Boom!" Two powerful attacks gradually faded, and a strong wave of energy surged outward, but as it reached ten zhang from both Xiao Yan and the Elder with the Long Eyebrow, it naturally dissipated. Xiao Yan slowly scanned the three elders, noting that a column of lightning surged upward from each of their heads, penetrating the thunder clouds. Among the three, only the Elder with the Long Eyebrow had directed the attack; the other two had seemingly poured all their qi into the thunder clouds. "The array is indeed quite refined..." "Sky Thunder Technique!" Master Changmei's face was stern, his hand seals shifting rapidly, and the thunderclouds above surged in response. Moments later, his fingers suddenly pointed at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan flexed his fingers and lightly tapped, and instantly the fire wolf's eyes flashed with fierce determination. With a powerful stride, it leapt across the sky, charging directly toward the senior monks, Long Mei among them. Even before the fire wolf reached them, the intense heat caused the three senior monks' faces to subtly pale, their expressions growing serious. "Unusual fire?" Long Mei said. "Thunder strike!" With a sharp cry, a brilliant silver flash suddenly surged across the heavens. The charging fire wolf paused momentarily, then, after a brief interval, began to slowly split apart, finally dissolving into a faint, ethereal form with a soft hiss. The voice of Tian Huo Master suddenly rang out in Xiao Yan's mind. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded slightly, inhaled deeply, and gently pressed his finger against the flame mark on his forehead. Then, with a flick of his fingers, a strange, pale-white flame surged forth swiftly. As Bone Spirit Cold Flame appeared, Xiao Yan extended his hand, and the green flame split into two—transforming into the Falling Heart Flame and the Qinglian Earth Heart Flame. Three distinct flames floated before Xiao Yan. Finally, with a simple grasp of his hands, the three flames converged instantly, and a powerful, turbulent force gradually spread outward. As the hand seals rapidly transformed, the lightning pillars emerging from their heads grew increasingly powerful. Receiving such immense support from the lightning energy, the sky-bound thunderclouds, resembling ancient, crouching beasts, emitted deep, resonant thunderclaps that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers, swiftly coalescing into an equally furious energy surge. Amid this surge, the faces of the three senior monks—Long-Mi, among them—gradually grew pale. The three unique flames fused together on Xiao Yan's palm, and as they merged, subtle forces of destruction seeped out, causing fine, black fissures to appear like delicate threads throughout the space around him. Space itself was now visibly fracturing! Given Xiao Yan's current state, fusing the three unique flames was not particularly difficult. Within just a few minutes, a three-colored lotus, the size of a basin, gently bloomed upon his palm. The three-colored flame lotus rotated slowly, each rotation causing several dark fissures to appear in the surrounding space. "Xiao Yan, hurl this precious object toward the thunder cloud—that is the heart of the array. As soon as it breaks there, the three elders will be severely injured instantly, and those outside forming the array will also suffer counter-effects." The voice of Tian Huo Master echoed within Xiao Yan's mind as the lotus took shape. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan moved his hand, and the three-colored flame lotus spun gracefully into the air, aiming precisely at the surging thunder cloud above. Seeing Xiao Yan's action, the three elders' faces grew pale once more. They bit hard into their tongues, spitting out three streams of refined blood, and roared in fury, "Nine Heavens Thunder Prison! Thunder God's Wrath!" Boom! As the three voices fell, a thunderous roar erupted within the thundercloud, and the surging motion gradually subsided. Then, a brilliant silver glow burst forth, and a colossal thunderous fist—completely formed of lightning, stretching dozens of zhang in length—pierced through the cloud and descended with a single mighty blow. Perhaps because the Lightning Fist had consumed so much energy, the surrounding thunderous veil had also grown noticeably fainter. Thus, at the very moment of this astonishing collision, it was perfectly captured within the field of vision of every person in Tianbei City. Amidst countless stunned gazes, the immense Lightning Fist finally collided with the slender Fire Lotus with a resounding crash. For a moment, the heavens grew utterly still.