Chapter 505 - 317: This Advisor Han, a Man of Substance

A smile flickered in Gu Jian’s eyes. He handed a Spirit Coin to Han Feng and took one for himself.

The two stood facing each other, several meters apart.

"Advisor Han, please!"

As soon as Gu Jian spoke, he flicked his finger, and the Spirit Coin floated before his chest.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his Spiritual Power, reaching 3,100 hertz, poured out, instantly enveloping the Spirit Coin.

CRACK!

The Spirit Coin shattered, and he firmly trapped a ball of pure Spiritual Qi in midair.

Immediately after, Gu Jian formed hand seals and muttered an incantation.

Under his control, the originally formless Spiritual Qi began to roil violently and take shape.

In just a few seconds, a lifelike miniature Storm Warhawk took form.

The Warhawk was made entirely of cyan energy. The edges of its wings shimmered with a sharp light, and its eyes blazed, radiating a fierce and proud Mental Realm.

This exquisite display of Energy Shaping left Liu Zhen, who was watching from the side, dazzled.

This was no longer simple Energy Control; it was the perfect integration of his own comprehension of the "Wind Realm."

"Advisor Han, be careful!"

Gu Jian let out a low shout. The Storm Warhawk issued a silent cry, flapped its wings, and transformed into a bolt of cyan lightning, lunging straight for Han Feng!

Looks of approval appeared on the faces of everyone in the conference room.

Gu Jian’s move was enough to make the vast majority of Enlightenment Realm Peak cultivators blush with shame.

However, faced with this ferocious attack, Han Feng’s actions were almost too simple.

He also crushed his Spirit Coin, using his Spiritual Power to control the dispersing ball of energy.

But he didn’t perform any fancy shaping. The ball of energy just floated silently before him, like a wad of cotton.

Just as the Storm Warhawk was about to strike, Han Feng slowly raised a finger and gently tapped the ball of energy.

Man and Sword Unity!

Then, he activated his Weapon Divine Power. A sliver of the ultimate true meaning of "Sharpness" was silently injected into the ball of energy.

BUZZ!

The once-loose cotton ball of energy instantly imploded.

Under Han Feng’s terrifyingly precise micro-manipulation, its internal Spiritual Qi structure was forcibly altered and reorganized, ultimately condensing into a nearly transparent Energy Spike only about an inch long.

There were no flashy light effects, no astonishing aura.

The Energy Spike just floated there silently, simple and unadorned.

"Go," Han Feng said softly.

The transparent spike became a nearly invisible thin line, shooting toward the imposing Storm Warhawk.

The two masses of energy collided violently in midair!

There was no violent explosion as one might expect.

What happened next, however, was completely unexpected.

The sharp Wind Blades unleashed by the Storm Warhawk struck the transparent spike and simply vanished, not causing the slightest ripple.

But the seemingly fragile spike pressed forward with unstoppable momentum, directly piercing the Warhawk’s wing, then its body, and finally shooting straight through its head.

The entire process was silent.

The pierced Storm Warhawk did not collapse immediately.

But its energy structure had been completely destroyed from within, and its cyan glow quickly dimmed.

Gu Jian’s expression changed. He hastily channeled his Spiritual Power, trying to repair the Warhawk’s damage.

But after piercing the Warhawk, the transparent spike made a nimble turn, looped back, and began to carve up the unstable construct with the precision of a master butcher.

For a moment, only soft "PFFT PFFT" sounds could be heard in the conference room.

In just ten seconds, the majestic Storm Warhawk was diced into hundreds of tiny energy fragments, which then dissipated completely into the air.

Meanwhile, Han Feng’s Energy Spike had only dimmed slightly and was still hovering in midair.

The difference in their skill was clear at a glance.

The entire conference room fell deathly silent.

The casual ease on the faces of the twelve Red Armored Elites had vanished, replaced by solemnity and shock.

They could see clearly that Han Feng hadn’t used any Mental Realm. It was just Energy Manipulation pushed to its absolute limit.

This method of compressing energy and imbuing it with a "Piercing" attribute was unheard of.

Gu Jian’s expression was grim and uncertain. He stared at the Energy Spike aimed at him, felt the dangerous aura radiating from it, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He had lost, completely and utterly.

"Enough."

Just as the stalemate set in, the previously silent Ye Jinghong finally spoke.

He simply uttered that one word, and Han Feng’s Energy Spike silently dissipated.

"Brilliant."

Ye Jinghong looked at Han Feng, a trace of genuine admiration finally appearing in his calm eyes.

"To use pure Energy Manipulation to break a Technique that contains a Mental Realm. Advisor Han, your methods are truly unique."

Gu Jian took a deep breath, composed himself, and cupped his fist toward Han Feng in a solemn gesture.

"Advisor Han, your understanding of energy is truly profound. If I have the opportunity in the future, I must ask for your guidance."

This time, his tone held not a hint of probing, only pure acknowledgement.

"Deputy Gu, you’re too kind. It’s just a few clever tricks," Han Feng said with a smile and a wave of his hand, though he was inwardly gloating.

’These Celestial Prides really have some impressive skills.’

’That Gu Jian can integrate his Mental Realm into energy to create shaped attacks. That kind of refined Technique is something I currently lack.’

’It seems my "Borrowed Path Sword Seed" plan is absolutely necessary!’

’The minds of these people are full of valuable things!’

Han Feng looked at the room full of "Geniuses" and "Outstanding Talents," his gaze growing warmer, like an old farmer looking over his own thriving crops.