Feeling the cold gust emanating from beneath the dark, massive hand, Xiao Yan did not waver a single inch,冷笑：“Are you really afraid of me, old man, when facing me alone?” As he spoke, flames surged rapidly around his palm, then erupted in a powerful punch that slammed directly into the dark, massive hand of the Shen Luo Ghost Sovereign. “Eight-Point Collapse!” The suddenly sharp and scorching wind of the punch struck the dark hand with tremendous force, sending out a thunderous roar, and waves of intense pressure radiated outward swiftly. The space around them began to warp gradually under the impact. “Thud! Thud!” With the solid collision of fist and hand, a ring of force surged outward, causing both Xiao Yan and the Shen Luo Ghost Sovereign to tremble. Both stepped back slightly, their feet making distinct sounds as they retreated. With Xiao Yan's current strength, simply employing the Heavenly Fire Triple Transformation, he now possesses the full capability to face a Six-Star Battle Sovereign. Moreover, the Burned Decree has evolved into a near-divine-level technique, allowing his battle energy to flow continuously and steadily, so he need not fear being worn down by the opponent's relentless attacks. "Hmph! Good lad—truly shows some merit!" Witnessing Xiao Yan's single palm match him blow for blow, the Senlo Ghost Sovereign's eyes flickered with surprise. Then his gaze shifted to the Yā Huā Xié Jūn, who had swiftly neutralized the spreading flames, though appearing slightly disheveled—yet without any significant damage. After all, a Six-Star Battle Sovereign's abilities were no mere display. While Seong Luo Gui Zun was retreating, Xiao Yan also took the opportunity to glance at the distant battlefield. The combat zone where Qing Lin was located remained relatively stable, thanks to the strange power of Bi She San Hua Jing and the aid of the ancient Tian She soul, allowing the Tian Ming Sect's elite to make only limited progress against her for now. However, the other two battle zones were far less promising. Despite the array's enhancement, the Tian Yao Gui could only hold its own against a Four-Star Dou Zun; yet the opponent was a full Six-Star Dou Zun. Thus, the Tian Yao Gui naturally found itself at a disadvantage. If it weren't for its lack of pain sensation and its exceptionally solid body, it would have already been crushed into a pulp by the other's attacks. Even so, the current Tian Yao Gui was being pounded relentlessly, with sparks flying from its body and numerous dents appearing across its otherwise sturdy form. The Tian Yao Kui was falling behind, and the numerous strong contenders under Qing Lin's control were far from in a favorable position either. Though they had numbers on their side, their overall strength still fell significantly short of Huajin's. Had it not been for two two-star Battle Sovereigns desperately holding them back, the rest would have been swiftly eliminated by Huajin's decisive strikes. Yet, the current situation clearly indicated they wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. As his eyes swiftly swept across the battle zones, Xiao Yan couldn't help but furrow his brows—this situation indeed proved somewhat troublesome. The Tian Ming Sect's forces were not as easy to handle as he had anticipated. “Hmph…” Exhaling deeply, Xiao Yan’s face settled into calmness. The surging ki flowed swiftly through his meridians, its powerful force—capable of tearing mountains apart and severing rivers—transmitted rapidly through his muscles. “Attack!” The Senjou Ghost Sovereign’s expression grew cold. With a sharp command, he and the Yā Huā Xī Jiāng launched themselves simultaneously, their two formidable ki streams slicing through the space with a deafening hiss, crashing directly toward Xiao Yan. Above the heavens, the residual waves of Qi spread out in a vast and sweeping manner, distorting and warping the very space of this realm, so that from a distance it appeared as if a mirage floating above a forest. Above the sky, under the intensity of this fierce battle, the scene became spectacular, with brilliant energy bursts exploding like fireworks, and the continuous thunder of colliding energies resonating throughout the area—its violent energy waves could be felt clearly within a hundred miles. Observing Xiao Yan's growing intensity, the Shen Luo Ghost Sovereign's brows grew increasingly furrowed. The prolonged combat had taken a severe toll on his qi—both he and his opponent had clearly felt a significant depletion of their internal energy. Yet Xiao Yan not only showed no signs of fatigue but seemed to grow more alert and vigorous with each passing moment. "The Azure Blossom!" The Shen Luo Ghost Sovereign exhaled deeply and then roared loudly. Upon hearing his roar, the Azure Blossom Sovereign nodded slightly, his overall aura shifting instantly, a profoundly concentrated sense of martial resolve gradually spreading throughout both of their bodies. Feeling the two suddenly radiating an aura of fierce, decisive power akin to that of a Shura warrior, Xiao Yan furrowed his brows—this sensation was not unfamiliar to him. "Well, today I'm going to see just how durable you truly are!" With a sharp intensity, the Supreme Spirit of the Forest of Ghosts opened his eyes wide and roared, "Sky-Medina Shura Fist!" As the roar echoed, two tangible waves of cutting and decisive mist surged forth from their bodies, coalescing before them into a dense, storm-like cloud. Within this cloud, as it rippled and surged, a colossal, dark hand—over a hundred meters in span—suddenly burst forth and lunged directly toward Xiao Yan. On this dark hand, an atmosphere of chilling power radiated, born from the combined wills of the two. Should it make contact with Xiao Yan, it would inevitably shatter his very resolve. "Sky-Shadow Robe Hand...?" Gazing at the vast, sweeping hands rushing toward him, Xiao Yan sneered, his body trembling as a similar sharp, decisive aura surged forth from within him at lightning speed. In a brief instant, a massive, dark hand swiftly took shape under the stunned eyes of the Sen'ro Ghost Sovereign and the Demon Blossom Tyrant, then darted out to collide forcefully with the other. "Thud!" Master Senlo of the Ghost Sect could hardly believe what he was seeing. The techniques previously demonstrated by Xiao Yan clearly stemmed from the same lineage as theirs. Despite their urgent cries, Xiao Yan had paid no attention—naturally, the Heavenly Ming Shu-king technique had been passed down to him from the late Master Yichen of the Heavenly Ming Sect, which he had studied and practiced regularly. Yet this was the first time he had actually deployed it, and the results appeared quite promising indeed. "Don't give him any breathing room—he's already inflicted significant tolls on us!" Master Yixia of the Fiery Blossom Kingdom remarked, his expression not entirely pleased, as he spoke with gravity. Senlo Guizun nodded slightly, about to raise his hand once more, when suddenly he noticed Xiao Yan's face breaking into an eerie smile. As Xiao Yan slowly spread his arms open, both of them instantly sensed that the energy of this realm surged violently—like boiling water—flooded into Xiao Yan's body in waves, as if tangible. With this powerful influx of energy, the paleness gradually fading from Xiao Yan's face. "It's no wonder we've been unable to inflict much damage on him despite our relentless attacks—turns out he possesses a celestial-tier technique!" The two elders of Senlo Ghost Sect slightly drew their brows, their expressions conveying mild disbelief. With the celestial-tier technique supporting him, Xiao Yan's aura flowed almost endlessly, while they themselves would inevitably deplete over time. How could they possibly continue fighting under such circumstances? As the two elders grew increasingly alarmed, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly opened, his body brimming with a renewed surge of aura. A faint smile played on his lips as he playfully asked, "Another round?" Upon seeing Xiao Yan's composed demeanor, Senlo Ghost Sect's face darkened slightly. "Xiao Yan, don't get too confident just yet—our interest in you extends far beyond merely the Tianming Sect." As he spoke, his gaze shifted downward to the forest, which now resembled a death zone. He then roared, "If he doesn't act soon, he'll be gone again!" "Heh, Senior Senlo, don't worry—he won't escape. I've sealed off this space here, concerned that he might still carry the Spatial Scroll bestowed by Yao Chen..." As Senlo's voice fell, a soft laugh echoed. Then, the space above subtly warped, and a figure gradually emerged. Upon seeing the familiar figure rising from the sky, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly sank.