"A sealed saintess? Nothing special."

The spear trembled slightly, and a blood-red halo suddenly bloomed at its tip, instantly piercing through the sword's defense and penetrating the purple-clad saintess's shoulder.

Pfft~

A spurt of blood gushed out.

Ah~

The purple-clad saintess screamed and flew backward, landing with serious injuries.

She clutched her shoulder, her face as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down her forehead.

"Zixuan!"

"How dare you!"

Han Yijian's face was extremely cold, and an incomparably violent aura surged from his body, with raging flames burning in his eyes.

Whoosh!

He swept his longsword horizontally, slicing through the air.

The blood-red spear tip flickered with strange power, which actually blocked the attack.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the two weapons clashed, igniting a burst of fire. A vast and powerful force spread from the point of impact, sweeping across the surrounding area.

Rumble~~~~~~~

The void trembled incessantly, and giant craters kept appearing on the ground.

"You are also a Saint Realm expert, why don't you dare to show your true face to people?"

Han Yijian stood with his hands behind his back, his face extremely cold and stern.

What he just used was the ninth move of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, a move that shattered the heavens with its earth-shattering power.

But the man in black robes managed to block his full-force attack.

This is enough to show that the person is extremely powerful!

"Heh... How could I possibly show my true face to just anyone?"

Suddenly, a deep, hoarse male voice appeared in the void, like a ghost.

"Then there's no need for you to hide in the void, is there? Since you've come, you're a guest. And as a guest, you should be treated with the courtesy due to a guest."

Han Yijian said calmly.

"Your words are truly amusing."

A hoarse laugh echoed, and two figures slowly emerged from the void. Both wore masks, but one was dressed in a black robe while the other was dressed in a white robe.

Only a pair of eyes were left outside.

Who are you?

Han Yijian frowned, a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

He felt that both of them were extraordinary.

The person in the black robe appeared to be a woman, with an ethereal and unfathomable aura.

Most importantly, he was very wary of the man in white robes.

The white-robed man walked out slowly, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"The Black and White Duo!"

The man in white robes spoke slowly.

"The Black and White Duo?"

Han Yijian's expression was solemn. "Never heard of it."

"What kind of lousy name is this?"

Tuoba Yan Yan, hidden beneath the black robe, pouted.

This ridiculous name is an insult to their intelligence.

"What brings you to the Han family? Are you after wealth? Or power? You are quite capable. If you are willing to submit to the Han family, you may name your own desires."

Han Yijian stared intently at the white-robed man with piercing eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't want anything; I'm just here to cause trouble."

The man in white robes spoke with a smile, his long, narrow peach blossom eyes seeming to draw one's soul into them.

"Looking for trouble?"

Han Yijian's eyes sharpened.

"What else?"

"This is the Han family's territory, filled with countless experts. If you intend to kill someone, you'd better consider your own strength."

Han Yijian said coldly.

"hehe......"

The white-robed man chuckled, "I've already investigated. The strongest person in your Han family right now is that old guy who came out of the ancestral land, right? But he's currently too busy to use his full strength, even though he's being held back by your Han family elders. Otherwise, the heavenly tribulation would naturally come after him."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"You're not Han Yijian, are you? I'm really curious about who you are."

Upon hearing this, the entire Han family fell silent, and all the Han family elders looked at Han Yijian.

"Why is everyone so interested in my identity? I'm definitely not Han Yijian."

Han Yijian said calmly, "My real name should be Han Tiandao, and the woman beside me is Han Ling'er, the third-generation Holy Maiden of the Han family."

"Han Tiandao!"

"My patriarch's own younger brother!"

Upon hearing this, the elders of the Han family were immediately in an uproar, their gazes towards Han Yijian filled with shock and awe.

They never expected that the ancestral spirit that had possessed the young master's body was actually the ancestor's own younger brother.

No wonder there were holy maidens who followed him, no wonder there were ancestors who risked heavenly tribulations to be born early to protect him, everything makes sense now.