As Xiao Yan's breathing grew heavier due to the Divine Saint's remains, the old ghost of Zhaixing also displayed an unmistakable surge of joy on his face. The soul imprints left behind by the Divine Saint had now completely vanished, and the remains no longer possessed any offensive capabilities. Though he clearly understood that the current bones no longer posed a threat, the sheer force of the previous palm strike still made him hesitate—despite his eager anticipation, he dared not act immediately. "Are you all right?" Xiao Yan stood up, and the young healers and others quickly rushed over, concerned. Xiao Yan shook his head with a smile, glanced at the group to see no injuries, and felt a sense of relief settle in his heart. "Good thing you reminded us in time, otherwise the consequences would have been dire. That single palm strike on the Saint-Grade bone remains was truly terrifying—here, I doubt anyone could have withstood it..." The Celestial Flame Sovereign's eyes still carried a touch of astonishment, as he had never before witnessed such a formidable technique. "This must be the legendary Heavenly Rank Technique. Even this damage, caused merely by the lingering soul imprint of a Saint-Grade warrior, is already so powerful. If a true Saint-Grade warrior were to unleash it fully, not only would this massive hall be destroyed, but the entire sanctuary—perhaps even half of the Bone Mountain Range—would vanish." Xiao Yixian spoke softly. Xiao Yan nodded in agreement, having personally experienced its strength. Had he not reacted swiftly, he would have been drawn into the black aura and reduced to mere dust. "Heh, quite a few people have had it tough today..." Zi Yan chuckled, a touch of relief and satisfaction in her tone. Xiao Yan swept his gaze across the plaza and indeed noticed that the once numerous crowd had now dwindled to only a few. These survivors were mostly pale with fear, their clothes drenched in sweat—truly shaken to the core. "Unfortunately, the scrolls were also destroyed..." Qing Lin expressed a sense of regret. "The true treasures here aren't the scrolls, but rather the Body Remains of a Battle Saint." Xiao Yan smiled, his eyes blazing as he gazed upon the towering white jade skeleton floating above the deep excavation. The skeleton not only concealed heavenly-tier battle techniques but also possessed an extraordinary allure in itself—every trace left by a Battle Saint was a first-rate treasure. "The ones who are still alive now are mostly capable warriors, though they've all sustained some injuries. Thus, it appears that our own strength has been preserved in the most intact condition." Tian Huo Master murmured. Xiao Yan smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, "No need to rush—someone will surely be eager to act first." Hearing this, the young physician and others turned their gaze toward the old ghost, now glowing with unmistakable joy. "This creature has claimed the lives of so many of our elite warriors from the Soul Pavilion. Today, it shall be my turn to send it to dust!" As the others turned to watch, the old ghost suddenly stood up, raised his voice with firm determination, and then launched himself forward, transforming into a blurred figure, swiftly rushing toward the ancient Bone Saint's remains hovering above the deep chasm. "Hmph! Do you really think we're fools? You've spent all this effort scattering the soul imprints of that Bone Saint—now you expect us to just take the advantage?" As the Old Ghost of Star-Seeking moved, Huang Xuan, Tang Zhen, and Ice River Master coldly exhaled, their keen eyes immediately recognizing the extraordinary nature of this Battle Saint's remains—how could such a precious treasure have simply fallen into the hands of the Old Ghost without any reason? With that breath, the three of them simultaneously launched themselves into motion, swiftly closing the distance in a few flashes, and soon caught up with the Old Ghost. One by one, they each unleashed a palm strike, generating a terrifying gust of wind that tore through the space, creating three deep, black fissures. The fierce attacks surging from behind caused the Old Ghost's expression to shift, for all three of Huang Xuan, Tang Zhen, and Ice River Master were on par with him in strength. Now, with all three attacking at once, how could he possibly withstand them? Thus, his body twisted strangely, several faint after-images materializing in the air, barely deflecting the three powerful gusts—though at the cost of slowing his own pace. Blocking the Old Ghost, the three figures swiftly leapt past him, gliding over his head, and then reached out with their hands to grasp the Battle Saint's remains with "You useless old fool—dying right here!" Seeing this, the Star-Plucking Elder was livid. What had once been a solid alliance now vanished entirely. With a palm outstretched, he generated a powerful suction force that momentarily suspended the three figures mid-air. Seizing the moment, he darted forward, grabbing one of the Saint of Battle's skeletal limbs with his hand. Yet before he could pull with strength, a fierce, cutting gust of wind slammed into him squarely on the head. Sensing the powerful wind from behind, the Elder violently swung his hand, using the skeletal remains as a shield to block the onslaught and absorb the combined force of the three attackers' palms. "Boom!" The force of the wind exploded against the bones, sending the Elder staggering back several steps. Though shaken, he remained unharmed thanks to the protective barrier of the bones. With one firm grasp on the Saint’s skeleton, the elder ghost of Star-Catching’s face grew ever more radiant with joy, and without a word, he simply held onto the bone and turned to run. “Hey, you want to go?” As the elder ghost turned, a ghostly figure materialized before him, a massive ruler crackling with fierce wind, slashing down with brutal force. “Clang!” The ruler struck the skeleton, sending sparks flying. Xiao Yan’s arm grew numb from the impact, yet fortunately, the force also pushed the elder ghost back a step. At that moment, the three from Huangxuan caught up, remaining silent but delivering fierce, precise attacks aimed directly at the elder ghost’s vital points. "It seems that the Saint-Contender's remains are truly precious; otherwise, the stronger figures like the Star-Catching Old Ghost wouldn't be so desperately eager to seize them." Naturally, those who had weathered such perilous trials and still remained alive were no ordinary individuals. Within a moment, the reason became clear, and their eyes sparkled with understanding. Some bolder ones even rose to their feet, eager to step in and take part. "Hmph! If any of you haven't yet reached the rank of Three-Star Saint-Contender or above, I urge you to give up on this effort right now!" While the others were preparing to move, the powerful figures from the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, the Ice River Valley, the Burned Flame Valley, and other factions stood before the massive crater, their cold expressions unwavering, and their potent aura spreading swiftly throughout the area. Seeing this, many people's faces grew slightly pale. With these five major powers uniting, their combined strength was truly formidable. Even though each of them was capable, they certainly couldn't defeat all of them at once. Moreover, in the sky, there were several true elite masters—should they manage to pass through, they would still find themselves unable to match their strength. Realizing this, these individuals could only shake their heads in resignation, giving up their greedy ambitions. After all, celestial and terrestrial treasures were accessible only to those who had the means; without such capability, even possessing them would merely bring misfortune. Satisfied that they had successfully intimidated these individuals, the young healers and others breathed a sigh of relief. They too did not wish for anyone else to intervene in the struggle over the bones, as that would only further complicate the situation. ... Faced with three opponents of comparable strength, the old ghost of Star-Seeking struggled considerably. After enduring over thirty exchanges, he began to grow weary and eventually chose to retreat. Yet he wished to retreat, but Huanxuan and the others wouldn't grant him that chance. After a series of fierce exchanges, the three of them seized the opportunity and unleashed a vast surge of spiritual power, striking directly and powerfully upon the left shoulder of the Saint-level bone remains. Three immense streams of spiritual energy, simultaneously impacting the same area of the bone remains, exerted a force capable of cleaving mountains and incinerating seas. "Crack!" Though the Saint-level bone remains were exceptionally resilient, they could not withstand such relentless assault. A sharp crack echoed through the air, and the left arm of the Saint-level remains—firmly grasped by the old ghost, Zhaixing—was severed right there, cut clean off by the combined force of Huanxuan and her two companions. "Damn it!" With the bone remains now flying through the air, Zhaixing clutched the white jade-like severed arm, his face turning ashen. He roared in fury, launching himself toward the flying remains. But before he even reached them, a young figure stepped forward, intercepting him and seizing the now-armless Saint-level remains in his hands. "Xiao Yan! You're going Upon seeing the bones claimed by Xiao Yan, the old ghost of Star-Seeking erupted in fury. Yet Xiao Yan paid no heed to his roar. With a single glance, he noticed that not only Tang Zhen, but also the Phoenix Pavilion and the Ice River Master arrived with fierce determination. Urging his purple-brown flames to swirl around his palm, Xiao Yan swiftly grasped the three ribs hidden with strange characters at the abdomen of the bone, and with all his might, snapped them hard. "Crack!" The bones of a Battle Saint were exceptionally sturdy—Xiao Yan strained his strength to the limit before finally managing to break the three somewhat slender ribs. The ribs felt cool and smooth, like the finest jade. As he quickly glanced at them, he observed that the strange characters etched upon them shimmered with a delicate luster, appearing almost alive, as if slowly pulsing and moving. At that moment, Xiao Yan didn't have time to carefully examine the ribs—he immediately stored them in his storage relic. At the same time, his heart surged with excitement, beating fiercely. No matter what, this precious item was now his. Once it was in his hands, no one would be able to make him spit it out today! This heavenly-tier combat technique was now his own!