As Feng Qing'er's dual eyes transformed into a silvery-green hue, a powerful surge of deep green qi storm erupted instantly, centered around her. Within this vast storm, faint flashes of silver lightning shimmered, resonating with thunderous roars that sent people's minds reeling. The qi storm itself stretched nearly fifteen zhang in width, radiating an immense energy pressure that left countless spectators around the plaza stunned. Such a magnificent display had been entirely generated by Feng Qing'er through her own internal qi—her internal qi was truly vast and overwhelming. A strong suction force emanated from within the storm, relentlessly tearing at the solid silver wooden plaza. Under the storm's fierce pressure, the plaza groaned as if experiencing an earthquake, spreading wide cracks several arms thick, and the entire structure began to tremble. Xiao Yan's body seemed glued to the plaza, immovable despite the storm's relentless pull. His gaze remained firmly fixed on the storm, and faintly, a blurry silhouette could be seen within it. "Wind and Thunder Qi..." Gazing at the flashing lightning and the dense wind-based cultivation energy swirling within the storm, Xiao Yan's eyes slightly narrowed. The seamless fusion of two distinct attributes—wind's subtlety and thunder's intensity—was truly remarkable. This demonstrated Feng Qing'er's exceptional cultivation potential. With wind's precision and thunder's ferocity perfectly harmonized, the resulting power far surpassed ordinary cultivation energy. That was precisely why Feng Qing'er possessed the rare ability to challenge opponents stronger than herself—much like Xiao Yan's own cultivation energy, which contained the unique heterogenous flame. Similarly, this harmonized energy served as one of Xiao Yan's key strengths, enabling him to compete against opponents who surpassed him in strength. Currently, at the lower levels of the Earth Stage, Feng Jue's mastery of the art of Flame Convergence is nothing short of comparable to mid-level Earth Stage techniques. As for the techniques themselves, Xiao Yan doesn't hold a clear advantage over Feng Qing'er—after all, the latter benefits from the backing of the Wind-Thunder Pavilion and possesses exceptional talent, allowing her to study highly advanced techniques, far surpassing those of ordinary Earth Stage cultivators. Regarding combat techniques, both parties possess their own decisive strengths; without direct confrontation, it would be difficult to predict the final outcome. Before the vibrant silk fabric, shimmering with powerful lightning, Xiao Yan altered his hand seal, and suddenly, the space before him warped! The colorful silk forcefully pierced through the distorted space, yet slightly deviated from its original path, narrowly brushing past Xiao Yan's shoulder as it swept by—its lightning glint causing the hairs on his shoulder to stand upright. "Hmph!" With Xiao Yan effortlessly avoiding the silk, a cold exhalation echoed within the storm. Then, the silk rippled and swiftly coiled like a living, spirited rainbow serpent, turning sharply and shooting straight toward his back. Feeling the rushing wind behind him, Xiao Yan shifted his foot, and his body instantly materialized ten to fifteen meters to his left. "Shh!" The silk rippled once more, darting out again, relentlessly pursuing Xiao Yan as if it would never let go! The colorful silk, though seemingly ordinary in texture, exuded a cold, almost metallic resonance when it sliced through space—more like a rare metal than fabric. Combined with the robust aura of battle energy flowing through it, it could effortlessly shatter mountains and split stone; even a seasoned Duohuang cultivator who came into contact with it would likely be wounded. "The silk was pulled taut, and faintly, a crisp metallic sound resonated. At the other end, where the silk vanished into the storm, it shook vigorously—seeming as though the immense aura storm itself had shifted slightly. Under the combined pressure of two formidable forces, the silk groaned, its fibers trembling. The veins on Xiao Yan's arms bulged as his inner aura surged continuously, while the aura storm itself spun rapidly, its tearing force suddenly intensifying! "Clang!" Though the colorful silk was no ordinary fabric, it could not withstand the pull of two Dou-Zong-level masters. Thus, cracks swiftly appeared across its central section, and then, with a sharp snap, the silk split cleanly in two. Xiao Yan and his companion stepped back several paces, steadying themselves. "Cai Feng Chao Yuan!" The colorful silk fabric snapped apart, and at once a crisp, cool voice rang out. Then came a continuous rush of whooshing sounds—stream after stream of colorful silk surged forth from within the storm, sweeping across the sky and bearing down upon Xiao Yan. Gazing at the vast, curtain-like expanse of color, Xiao Yan’s eyes flickered with a sense of gravity. With swift movements, his heavy jade ruler traced a series of swift patterns, and the shadows of the ruler swiftly materialized. “Six Harmonies Flowing Body Ruler!” Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang! The cascading rain of colorful silk fell like a curtain, striking the broad, ruler-shaped shadows with full force, producing a crisp, resonant sound that filled the air. Each strand of silk carried an exceptionally strong force. Though repeatedly deflected and absorbed by the dense, overlapping shadows of the ruler, the power still vibrated through the silvery wooden ground beneath Xiao Yan, cracking it into a network of fissures. His feet were constantly driven deep into the silver wood. Creak! Incredulous onlookers gazed in awe at the magnificent scene unfolding on the square, as colorful silks poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, cascading onto the circular shield defense, each silk creating crisp sounds as it landed—gradually reducing the once-pristine silver wooden square to a state of increasing ruin. Thud! Another vibrant silk struck the shield defense with tremendous force, its power driving the circular shield sphere and Xiao Yan himself deep into the ground, leaving behind only a crater roughly a zhang in diameter. Though Xiao Yan had been knocked underground, Feng Qing'er did not cease her assault. She knew well that although the initial barrage had appeared relentless, it had not inflicted any real damage upon him—the continuous flow of shield formations had absorbed and dispersed much of the silk's force. "Trill!" Within the storm, a mighty surge of combat qi radiated forth. Suddenly, the countless colorful silk ribbons drifting across the sky began to intertwine, and within a single instant, under the collective gaze of countless onlookers, they coiled and formed a magnificent, towering phoenix—over ten zhang in height! Entirely composed of silk, the phoenix took shape, yet at that very moment, the vast combat qi storm collapsed and dissolved, transforming into a colossal beam of combat qi, stretching a zhang in length, which directly plunged into the body of the phoenix. "Wind and Thunder Rite!" Feng Qing'er floated above the ground, her colorful skirt swaying like a goddess—elegant and majestic. With a graceful hand, she pointed at the trench below, a span in length, and issued a cold command. As her voice rang out, the colorful phoenix emitted a clear, resonant cry, like a crane's call. A powerful, imposing beam of bright cyan and silver light swiftly formed in the phoenix's mouth, then rapidly contracted, shrinking into a beam only as wide as a palm, and shot forth with a sharp *whoosh!* "Xiao Yan—just one finger, and you're done!" The voice of Feng Qing'er, cold and piercing, echoed across the sky, sending a slight ripple of surprise through the crowd. "Wind-Blade Finger—among the Wind-Thunder Pavilion's most devastating techniques..." As soon as Feng Qing'er finished speaking, a wave of hushed gasps rose around the plaza, clearly indicating that the audience was no stranger to this magnificent display. The Wind Sovereign, already seated, slightly narrowed his eyes at this moment, leaning forward slightly. His fingers within his sleeve spun deep azure whirlwinds like delicate sprites. As a subtle ripple of ki passed through his body, the Thunder Sovereign's hands also glowed with faint flashes of lightning—clearly, should the Wind Sovereign act now, the Thunder Sovereign would immediately intervene to block him. The beam of light moved with astonishing speed, almost as if it had pierced through space itself. In a single flash, it appeared above the crater, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators. Instantly, the endless cascade of measuring rods forming the defensive barrier collapsed. Upon witnessing the collapse of the rod defense, a wave of sighs of regret rose from around the arena.