The slender skeleton stood within the grand hall. Originally pale as jade, its body had turned a deep crimson after absorbing countless blood vapors, creating a strong sense of bloodiness. Gentle glimmers of red flickered within its eye sockets. Above the head of the Du Saint bone remains, two scrolls danced in the air. During the earlier chaos, it was unclear which fortunate individual had managed to secure one of them—thus, only these two scrolls remained, unclaimed. Of course, under the imposing presence of the Du Saint bone remains, few dared to attempt to seize them now. As the hoarse, ancient voice gradually concluded, the faces of the gathered crowd grew pale once more. It seemed that without defeating this Du Saint bone remains, they would be unable to leave the hall today. "Everyone, don't panic. This Saint-Grade bone remains is merely a fragment of the soul imprint left behind by the former master—no true Saint-Grade being. While defeating it is by no means impossible, the condition is that we must work together. Otherwise, if it strikes us one by one, we may well suffer a complete defeat." Master Zhai Xin spoke calmly. Seeing this, the withered face of the Star-Seeking Elder trembled, his gaze sharp and fierce upon Xiao Yan. This subtle blow had directly pushed him to his most dangerous position, and from the look of it, he couldn't retreat—he had to press on. "All of you have valid points," the Elder said, nodding firmly under the weight of everyone's gazes. "Then I shall lead the charge. But I'd like to remind each of you: the fewer strong contenders here, the more perilous our situation becomes. Regardless of past grievances, we are now on the same boat. If the boat sinks, none of us will fare well." "Alright, enough talking—act now! This Battle Saint's remains seems to be absorbing the power from the blood mist to replenish itself." The black-robed elder of the Tian Yao Huang clan suddenly grew serious, his voice cold and firm. Hearing this, everyone was startled. They turned to see—the blood-red hue on the surface of the Battle Saint's remains was growing darker and darker, while the surrounding blood mist was rapidly flowing inward toward its core. "Master Zhaixing, it's time to move!" Xiao Yan said firmly. Master Zhaixing's eyes flickered with agitation. He restrained himself, barely resisting the urge to turn around and slap Xiao Yan down, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I know, I know—don't bother me with your words!" As soon as the words were spoken, the old ghost of Star-Plucking realized that time no longer allowed for delay. With a sudden movement, he transformed into a blurred silhouette, darting like lightning toward the blood-colored skeleton at the center of the hall. A vast surge of martial energy erupted from within him, pouring out like a volcanic eruption, instantly thinning the blood mist that had filled the hall. Witnessing this display of power, many of the onlookers were instantly inspired. The terrifying speed of this blood-colored skeleton sent a deep concern settling in the old ghost's heart. He clenched his fists tightly, channeling all his qi into his right arm, then suddenly unleashed it with a powerful strike. "Crack!" The punch landed squarely on the skeleton's palm. Yet, despite its apparent fragility, the bones proved harder than steel. The old ghost's full-force blow only caused the celestial martial saint's remains to retreat one step, while himself was forcefully pushed back by several steps—looking slightly disheveled. Nevertheless, the old ghost was no ordinary fighter. His mission required him to bring this celestial martial saint's remains back, so he didn't dare slacken. After steadying himself, he launched forward once more, engaging the saint's remains in fierce combat. The group of Xiao Yin and his companions watched the intense battle, unable to help but marvel at the strength of the celestial martial saint's remains—even the seasoned old ghost, at his peak, was steadily pushed back, struggling to keep pace. "This is merely a fragment of a soul imprint. What if it were a complete Dou-Sheng powerhouse? How terrifying that would be!" At this moment, many minds flashed with this thought, clearly impressed by the sheer combat strength of the bones. "Shhh!" As the crowd marvelled, several sharp gusts of wind suddenly sounded within the hall, where blood mist had previously swirled. Then, several figures burst forth from the mist like lightning, charging straight at the old ghost of Zhaixing with fierce attacks. Upon seeing this, the crowd realized that these were the earlier human puppets who had not yet been fully defeated. After the intense battle, these puppets had slain numerous strong warriors, though several had been overwhelmed by multiple opponents and reduced to fine dust. Yet, six of them still remained. Now, with all of them appearing simultaneously, Zhaixing's expression instantly darkened. He had already been at a disadvantage; if these puppets joined the fray, he would surely fall within just ten rounds. "You idiots! What are you still watching for?!" "Don't hesitate!" With a firm stomp of his foot, the Ghost of Star-Setting recoiled, roaring. "Master Tang Zhen, Master Ice River, and this young guest, Xiao Yan—let us four act together. First, we assist the Ghost of Star-Setting in defeating this Saint of Battle's remains. How does that sound?" Hearing the Ghost of Star-Setting's roar, the black-robed elder from the Dayu Phoenix Clan realized he could no longer remain passive. His gaze immediately turned toward Tang Zhen and Master Ice River—those whose strength reached five-star and four-star Battle Masters. Yet surprisingly, he included Xiao Yan, a Battle Master of only one-star rank, in the call. Xiao Yan moved his fingers slightly, glanced at the elder. Clearly, the old man was concerned that he remained too relaxed and conserving his strength, which might be detrimental to their efforts. Thus, he had decided to draw him into the most critical combat zone. "Hmm." As Xiao Yan pondered, Tang Zhen and Ice River Master nodded slightly. Seeing this, Xiao Yan could only give a nod, then glanced around, saying, "As for those six human puppets, I'll entrust them to you all." "Master Xiao Yan, please don't worry—these puppets won't interfere with your operations." Among those present were still many strong contenders. Though they felt a bit shaky when facing the remains of the Battle Saints, their numbers and combined strength would surely suffice to handle these six puppets. "Be careful," the Young Physician murmured. "Yes, and you too—keep an eye on things. If anything goes wrong, simply retreat first. I'll be fine." Xiao Yan nodded, his gaze briefly intersecting with Tang Zhen and the others. At that moment, all four of them moved swiftly, like great swans, sweeping into the hall and forming a surrounding encirclement with the ancient star-gathering ghost, thus enclosing the Battle Saint's remains within. As soon as Xiao Yan and the others began their actions, the other powerful figures within the hall also immediately launched their attacks. One after another, figures surged into the hall, their powerful qi surging forth and pushing the six human puppets aside. Then, crowds of fighters poured in like locusts, and fierce battles erupted throughout the hall at once. As the sound of his voice faded, his shoulders trembled and a pair of wings extended forth. His speed surged instantly, and in a flash, he appeared atop the斗圣 bone remains, his sweeping sleeves generating a sharp gust of wind that completely enveloped the latter. Following Xu Jihuang, Tang Zhen, the Ice River Sovereign, and the Star-Plucking Ghost, the four of them arrived in succession, their inner qi erupting forth in a sudden burst. The vast surge of qi surged like a tidal wave, fully engulfing the斗圣 bone remains, and the fierce gusts of wind struck the bones with such force that sparks erupted in waves. Faced with the coordinated assault from Xiao Yan and the others, the斗圣 bone remains clearly grew increasingly disoriented—after all, it was no longer the lofty, towering斗圣 it once was. With the strength of these individuals, it was far from impossible to overwhelm it. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" "Sparks erupted as Xiao Yan and his companions' strikes landed heavily upon the Bone Saint's remains. With each powerful impact, the blood color on the bones faded slightly, and the crimson glow within the skull's eye sockets gradually dimmed. Seeing the attack proving effective, Xiao Yan and his team were energized, quickening their assault. At the same time, the old ghost's gaze flickered. As his gaze swept across these strange characters, Xiao Yan was first taken aback, then a flash of insight struck his mind, instantly filling him with an unshakeable sense of disbelief. "Could these characters... be the Heavenly-Level Combat Techniques?"