These Yellow Turban Strongmen were extremely agile, wielding various weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and axes. As soon as they landed, some kicked off the ground with both legs and leaped up, as if yellow birds gliding in the air, while others sprinted wildly, causing the earth to resonate with deafening hums.

In an instant, a dense army of Strongmen swarmed towards Han Li from all directions, blotting out the sky and sun, their momentum terrifying.

Han Li stood still, calmly surveying his surroundings.

The next moment, a Yellow Turban Strongman took the lead, thrusting a long spear at him, conjuring up numerous spear shadows that emitted piercing shrieks, engulfing most of his body.

Han Li's eyebrows twitched, regarding the spear shadows as nothing, and instead of retreating, he advanced. He suddenly reached out with one hand and lightning-fast, grabbed the long spear.

A surge of immense force rushed along his arm, causing his body to sway slightly. Although he stabilized himself instantly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The Yellow Turban Strongman's strength was truly astonishing!

While pondering, he pulled back the spear with his grasping arm, causing the Strongman to stagger. He then clenched his other hand into a fist and punched out.

Bang!

The spear-wielding Strongman's long spear slipped from his grasp, and he was blasted backward, slamming heavily into the crowd behind him, sending dozens of Yellow Turban Strongmen flying before finally stopping.

The spear-wielding Strongman flipped over and immediately stood up, a clear fist mark visible on his chest, which was visibly caved in.

Although his movements were slightly more sluggish than before, he continued to charge towards Han Li with the rest of the Strongmen.

Han Li casually tossed the long spear in his hand backward, knocking several Strongmen flying. Turning his head and witnessing this scene, his pupils contracted slightly. That punch had used fully fifty percent of his strength, enough to shatter a mountain peak, yet it had failed to kill a single Yellow Turban Strongman.

At this moment, the surrounding Yellow Turban Strongmen had already swarmed around him.

Han Li snorted coldly, took a step to the side, and his body began to twist and turn with a series of afterimages. At the same time, he clenched his hands into fists and shook them, suddenly becoming a blur.

Dense fist shadows appeared, striking out in all directions.

Immediately, a series of "bang bang" sounds erupted!

The Yellow Turban Strongmen were all knocked flying, each with a deep fist mark on their chest, colliding with the Strongmen behind them, causing a cascade of falling bodies, momentarily halting their originally fierce attack.

Those Strongmen who had been knocked flying flipped over after hitting the ground and stood up again.

Han Li's gaze turned cold, and his figure flickered. He appeared like a ghost in front of a Yellow Turban Strongman who had just been knocked flying, and without hesitation, he punched him in the chest, right where the fist mark was.

Crack!

The Yellow Turban Strongman's body trembled, and cracks appeared all over its surface, emitting rays of yellow light from within. Then, its body shattered with a bang, transforming into a cloud of yellow mist.

Han Li's expression eased slightly. Although these Yellow Turban puppets had sturdy bodies, they were not invincible.

The surrounding Yellow Turban Strongmen once again swarmed towards him like a tide.

Han Li took a light breath, and a blue light flashed in his chest and abdomen, revealing six light spots. His body suddenly expanded in size, and then he swayed left and right, conjuring up several blurry figures.

Bang bang bang!

Seven or eight Yellow Turban Strongmen who had pounced at him were sent flying backward, and then exploded directly.

Han Li whirled his hands into a hurricane, and wherever he passed, dense fist shadows appeared.

A series of loud bangs were accompanied by the roar of air!

All the Strongmen within a dozen zhang of him were knocked flying, their bodies shattering one after another, transforming into plumes of yellow mist.

No matter how strong these Strongmen's physical bodies were, they were no match for the power of the Xiao Bei Dou Xing Yuan Gong.

...

Immortal World, a vast and boundless black sea.

The surface of the sea was buffeted by whistling winds and shrouded in black mist, constantly churning up towering waves dozens of zhang high.

In the area of the sea where the black mist was densest, a huge black city floated steadily.

This city was over a hundred zhang high and a hundred li wide. Above the north gate, three ancient characters were engraved: "Blackwater City."

The city's outer walls were constructed of massive black square stones, which occasionally reflected crystal-like glints under the sunlight. However, within the walls, it was like an ordinary secular world, with rivers and fields, vegetation and forests, as well as crisscrossing streets and bustling markets.

One could also see many pedestrians coming and going, forming a constant stream.

The city was not flat. The closer one got to the city center, the higher the terrain became, the denser the buildings were, and the more magnificent the palaces and pavilions became.

At the highest point of the entire city, there was also a small inner city, separated from the surrounding buildings by a black river, forming a clear dividing line.

Within the inner city, there were exquisite and delicate pavilions, and serene and beautiful ponds and water corridors. There were also interspersed rockeries and gardens. At the center was a vast platform, on which stood a three-story double-eaved pavilion, entirely made of wood, with interlocking vermilion brackets and glazed yellow tiles. Dragon and phoenix sculptures perched on top, making it extremely delicate and beautiful.

On the top floor of the pavilion, the windows on all sides were wide open, offering an extremely wide view. Not only could one see the scenery of the inner city, but also the vast black sea outside the city.

The furnishings inside the pavilion were very simple. There was only a square table in the center, with a round silk futon on either side.

On the table, wisps of green smoke slowly rose from a dark red bronze incense burner, and the fragrance filled the entire room.

On the right futon, a thin old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a lotus purple crown, sat cross-legged, holding a delicate tea cup and carefully savoring it.

The tea in the cup was jade green, even more so than jade. Its fragrance was light, not as strong as the sandalwood in the incense burner, but after entering the mouth, the taste was extremely delicate, rich in spiritual energy, and unforgettable.

The thin old man slowly put down the tea cup and sincerely praised, "Bone Flame Fellow Daoist's Blackwater Spiritual Tea is indeed well-deserved."

"Pure Clarity Fellow Daoist is too kind. If you like it, feel free to take more back with you," said a sallow-faced, gaunt man with a wide forehead opposite him indifferently.

"Before, due to the obstacles of the lower realm sect, I had little interaction with Yan Fellow Daoist. In the future, we should cooperate more and seek common development," said Pure Clarity Daoist with a warm smile.

"If we can capture this person, we may have to cooperate fully to dig out the secrets he may be hiding," Bone Flame Hermit nodded.

"Speaking of which, what is this person's identity? Has Yan Fellow Daoist investigated anything?" Pure Clarity Daoist asked with a slightly serious expression.

"After you contacted me last time, I inquired through some channels, but did not get any useful information. Have you found anything on your side?" Bone Flame Hermit shook his head and asked in return.

"Similar to you, I can't figure out this person's details either. The information revealed by Ten Directions Tower is very limited. They only know that the client has a significant background, but nothing more specific," Pure Clarity Daoist sighed softly.

"The more it is like this, the more interested I am in the secrets this person may be hiding. It seems we can only wait and interrogate him thoroughly afterward," Bone Flame Hermit chuckled.

"Haha, seeing Yan Fellow Daoist so confident, I believe you must have bestowed secret treasures upon your disciples?" Pure Clarity Old Daoist laughed heartily and asked tentatively.

"Didn't Fellow Daoist bestow any trump cards?" Bone Flame Hermit glanced at the thin old man and said.

The latter did not care and said with a smile, "To ensure absolute safety, of course I have."

"I happened to plant some Soldier Beans earlier, and only successfully transformed them into Dao Soldiers half a month ago. This is a good opportunity to use them, so I bestowed them," Bone Flame Hermit said casually, seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, and did not ask further.

The thin old man's expression changed upon hearing this, appearing very surprised.

"It's actually Dao Soldiers... Yan Fellow Daoist is truly blessed and has amazing fortune." "It's just Yellow Turban Dao Soldiers among the lower three grades of Dao Soldiers, nothing to mention."

Bone Flame Hermit waved his sleeve, putting on an indifferent appearance, but a hint of smugness flashed imperceptibly in the depths of his eyes.

"Even if they are Dao Soldiers of the lower three grades, they are far from being comparable to other magical treasures. With this treasure, even if that Han fellow has three heads and six arms, won't he be easily captured?" Pure Clarity Daoist said, his expression of envy unabated.

Bone Flame Hermit smiled without saying a word upon hearing this.

At this time, Pure Clarity Daoist suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows, asking, "By the way, this Han Li is nominally an outer sect elder of the Cold Flame Sect. That Cold Flame guy won't create complications and interfere, will he?"

"If he is not afraid that only two top sects will remain in the Spirit Cygnus Realm from now on, then let him try," Bone Flame Hermit said with a cold expression and a sneer.

Pure Clarity Daoist nodded, and a faint smile also appeared on his thin cheeks.

...

In a mysterious space, above a thick gray cloud layer, three figures stood in the void. They were Tong Ren'e, He Shan Daoist, and Duan Renli.

At this moment, Duan Renli was holding a yellow gourd, chanting incantations.

The gourd was about half a person's size, and the surface lit up with circles of golden, densely packed small characters. Some golden runes similar to these small characters fluttered around the mouth of the gourd, emitting an aura of transcendence.

As the profound and obscure incantations rolled out of his mouth, a golden glow swirled at the mouth of the gourd, and things like yellow beans flew out from it, shooting down below.

As soon as these beans touched the gray clouds, small vortices immediately appeared on the cloud layer, pulling them in and swallowing them, disappearing without a trace.

"Could this be... Scatter Beans to Create Soldiers! I didn't expect your sect to be able to perform such legendary immortal techniques!" He Shan Daoist looked at the yellow gourd in Duan Renli's hand with envy.

"He Shan Fellow Daoist has extraordinary knowledge. However, how can we master such immortal secret techniques with our shallow cultivation? We are only relying on this immortal treasure bestowed by our ancestor to barely summon some Dao Soldiers," Tong Ren'e said with a calm expression.