The shockwave whipped Dongfang Lin's beard straight up, but his old eyes widened in disbelief: "This...this is true stellar power! The Star Soul Lord is indeed terrifying!"

The seven fire shields shattered one after another like thin paper. Nangong Wentian, at the center of the light, let out a roar that was inhuman, his three-meter-tall fiery body shrinking at a visible speed. The silver-blue runes, like a leech, grew brighter with each wisp of flame they devoured.

"No...it's impossible..." Nangong Wentian's voice came from the depths of the light, filled with shock, "The Heaven-Burning Technique was actually..."

The intense light lasted for a full ten seconds before gradually dissipating. When visibility returned, the scene before them caused everyone to gasp in shock—

Han Feng slowly descended from the sky, his robes fluttering in the aftershocks of the energy. Apart from a slightly disheveled collar, his aura was so calm that it seemed as if the devastating attack just now had nothing to do with him. On the other hand, Nangong Wentian, who was opposite him, was kneeling on one knee, with only a thin layer of flames remaining around him. His usually arrogant face was now as pale as paper, and a bloodstain on his forehead was particularly striking.

"Hahaha!" Nangong Wentian suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, staggering to his feet. "I never imagined that in my lifetime, I, Nangong Wentian, would witness firsthand the power that can restrain the Burning Heaven Technique!"

The armrest in Shangguan Ce's hand cracked open with a "crack." The head of the Shangguan family, his expression complex, stared intently at Han Feng: "As expected, he is the Star Soul Master! What should we do next?"

Dongfang Lin rushed to Han Feng's side, examining him as if he were a rare treasure: "Kid, did you learn that 'Meteor Fall' move from the Star Mirror?"

Han Feng did not answer immediately. He noticed that Nangong Wentian was frantically absorbing the surrounding energy to regulate his condition.

"Patriarch Nangong," Han Feng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but causing Nangong Wentian to freeze in place. "Shall we continue?"

Han Feng's question echoed in the hall, but Nangong Wentian remained expressionless, the remaining flames around him flickering. Suddenly, he clasped his hands together and roared, "Burning Heaven - Flame Demon!"

A scorching wave of fire erupted once more, and an even larger fire giant rose from the ground, the intense heat distorting the air itself. Han Feng immediately assumed a defensive stance, condensing stellar power in his palm—

But then the fire giant, which had just taken shape, suddenly turned and punched the stone wall to the side!

\"boom!\"

Debris flew everywhere, and Nangong Wentian himself shot towards the breach like an arrow. Han Feng then realized that behind it lay a deep, dark passage, leading directly to the secret chamber he had previously explored!

"Oh no!" Zhang Jingcheng was the first to react, "He's trying to run!"

Dongfang Lin had already transformed into a blur and given chase: "Stop him! That secret chamber has a hidden passage leading to the outside!"

Just as Han Feng was about to leave, Dongfang Wantang grabbed his sleeve. The girl leaned close to his ear and whispered urgently, "The Star Mirror is in Shangguan Ce's sleeve pocket; I can sense the fluctuations!"

Han Feng's eyes sharpened, and he glanced at Shangguan Ce out of the corner of his eye—the head of the Shangguan family was still sitting in his armchair, his right hand awkwardly pressing against his left sleeve, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Clearly, Dongfang Wantang's judgment was correct.

"Elder Zhang! Senior Dongfang!" Han Feng made a decisive decision, "You all pursue Nangong Wentian, I'll handle the Star Mirror!"

The two exchanged a knowing glance, their figures vanishing into the passageway in the blink of an eye. Han Feng then turned to face Shangguan Ce, his Star Power quietly circulating within him: "Patriarch Shangguan, now that things have come to this, are you still going to hesitate?"

Shangguan Ce's fingers trembled slightly at his cuffs. He was well aware of the ancestral precept—the Star Mirror belonged to the Star Soul Master. But the power Mu Xiaoxiao had promised… power that would allow the Shangguan family to surpass all other aristocratic families…

"Boy, you don't understand at all!" Shangguan Ce suddenly sprang to his feet, a short sword gleaming coldly sliding from his sleeve. "The Star Mirror has been passed down in my Shangguan family for a thousand years. Why should it be handed over to an outsider like you!"

The sword light flashed like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight for Han Feng's throat. This strike was as fast as lightning, completely unlike what one would expect from a white-haired old man.

\"clang!\"

Han Feng used the power of stars to form a light shield to block, but was still knocked back three steps, his arm going numb. He was secretly shocked—Shangguan Ce's strength was much greater than it appeared!

"Patriarch Shangguan!" Dongfang Wantang shouted, several silver lines shooting out from the star chart in her hand, attempting to restrain Shangguan Ce's movements. "The Star Mirror originally belonged to the Star Soul Master. You've also seen that Han Feng is the current Star Soul Master. If you continue to resist, you will be violating the ancestral precepts!"

Shangguan Ce sneered, flicking his sleeve, and the silver threads snapped instantly: "Little girl, the Dongfang family's divination skills are still too immature!"

Taking advantage of the opening, Han Feng had already circled around to Shangguan Ce's flank, delivering a precise chop to his left arm. Shangguan Ce hastily dodged, only to see Han Feng suddenly change his move, his fingertips brushing against his sleeve—

"Sizzle!"

The fabric ripped, and a palm-sized bronze compass fell to the ground. The compass was covered in star patterns, with a blue crystal embedded in its center—the very same Star Compass that the Shangguan family had guarded for generations!

"No!" Shangguan Ce's eyes widened in fury as he lunged at Xingjian without regard for anything else.

How could Han Feng let him succeed? He unleashed his star power, his figure moving like a ghost to get ahead. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the Star Mirror, the entire hall suddenly trembled violently!

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion echoed in the distance, followed by Zhang Jingcheng's furious roar from within the passage: "Han Feng! Nangong Wentian has gone mad!"

Han Feng couldn't care less about the Star Mirror at this moment and forced himself to steady himself. Shangguan Ce took the opportunity to put the Star Mirror into his arms. At this moment, he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"What happened?" Han Feng asked.

"I don't know what possessed Nangong Wentian, but after taking a vial of medicine from the secret room, he started burning his life essence. Now his strength has probably reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm!" Zhang Jingcheng said anxiously.

Just then, Nangong Wentian, who was in the shadows, suddenly launched an attack, striking Dongfang Lin, who was holding him up, with a palm strike!

"Watch out!" Han Feng reacted extremely quickly, shooting out a burst of star power that deflected Nangong Wentian's arm.

However, this brief delay allowed a collapsed boulder to completely block the exit.

"Hahaha..." Nangong Wentian held the potion in his hand, laughing maniacally, "Die, all of you! With the power bestowed upon you by Miss Mu, you will all die here today!"

Zhang Jingcheng was furious, and everyone's faces were extremely grim as they faced the blocked exit.

"Get out of the way!" Han Feng suddenly stepped forward, the Star Mirror in his arms emitting a dazzling blue light. He clasped his hands together, and the power of the stars within his body circulated wildly according to the "Meteor Fall" trajectory.

When Han Feng saw the potion in Nangong Wentian's hand, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Nangong Wentian with a strange expression.