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"Keep dreaming!" Xiao Yan sneered coldly.
A sudden flash of silver light erupted beneath his feet, and in an instant, his figure appeared atop the courtyard wall. Four-colored flames surged out around him.
Without hesitation, he swung his fist fiercely, smashing it against the invisible barrier covering the wall.
Bang!
A deep, muffled sound rang out.
Yet, Xiao Yan's punch failed to shatter the barrier. Instead, it only caused faint ripples to appear upon its surface.
"Stubborn fool, do you really think you're Yao Chen? "
Seeing Xiao Yan's attempt, the black-robed man's voice grew icy cold. With a sharp clap of his palm, the pitch-black flame vortex in his hand instantly expanded, spinning rapidly as it shot downward like lightning.
Whoooosh~
Wherever the vortex passed, space itself was devoured into pitch-black nothingness, carrying a strange whistling sound as it engulfed Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's expression turned grave. He didn't dare touch that black flame vortex head-on. His body trembled slightly, and in the next instant, a loud clap of thunder echoed—
Three Thousand Lightning Movement!
His figure vanished from the spot, dodging the deadly vortex at the last possible moment.
"Hmph, petty tricks, Binding Sky Net!"
Seeing Xiao Yan disappear, the black-robed man gave a low snort. His palm suddenly grabbed toward a patch of empty space behind him.
Zzzt zzzt!
A series of crackling sounds erupted as strands of pitch-black flame shot out from between his five fingers. In the blink of an eye, they rapidly crossed and wove together, forming a massive fiery net that shot toward that area of distorted space.
Chi!
As the fire net swept over, a massive Heavy Xuan Ruler suddenly materialized, slicing through the air, wrapped in four-colored flames. With tremendous force, the ruler chopped down viciously, slamming directly into the black fire net.
Hissss!
As the four-colored flames collided with the black flames, an intense sizzling sound erupted instantly. The two different Heavenly Flames began to devour and corrode each other madly.
However, the balance quickly tipped—the black flames clearly held the advantage. During the collision, they weirdly swallowed the four-colored flames bit by bit.
"Break for me!"
Seeing this, Xiao Yan's eyes turned icy cold. The four-colored flames around him suddenly erupted violently, and with one fierce swing, he forcefully tore the black fire net apart.
After breaking free, Xiao Yan's figure shot backward rapidly. While retreating, the four-colored flames in his hand suddenly split into four separate Heavenly Flames—Wind and Thunder Fury Flame, Green Lotus Core Flame, Fallen Heart Flame, and Sea Heart Flame!
A trace of madness flickered in his eyes. With a single thought, the four Heavenly Flames began slowly merging once again.
"This…!"
The black-robed man's pupils constricted sharply as his expression turned from shock to disbelief.
Four Heavenly Flames… damn it!
A moment later, his gaze became incomparably fiery and filled with greed.
"So, it's because of that cultivation technique… you actually managed to merge four Heavenly Flames!?"
"Hahaha! Four Heavenly Flames, splendid, splendid! And on top of that, you must also have Yao Chen's Bone Chilling Flame, right? Looks like tonight's harvest will be quite generous!"
After his initial shock, the black-robed man burst into loud laughter.
If he could obtain five Heavenly Flames along with that cultivation technique… the benefits would be unimaginable!
However, his laughter soon came to an abrupt halt.
He stared wide-eyed as Xiao Yan forcefully fused the four Heavenly Flames together, shaping them into a terrifying four-colored Flame Lotus. From within the lotus, waves of violent energy and a horrifying aura erupted, making even him feel a trace of fear.
"You're insane! Do you have a death wish!"
Seeing Xiao Yan's reckless action, the black-robed man's expression twisted. With a cold snarl, he clenched his palm, and pitch-black flames gushed out violently, instantly spreading and enveloping his entire body. From afar, he looked like a demonic god rising from hell, exuding a terrifying presence.
In the next instant, his figure blurred into a shadow, darting toward Xiao Yan like lightning.
His speed was ghostly, almost as if he had melted into space itself. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right before Xiao Yan. With his fingers curved like claws, a fierce wind roared as his palm struck down viciously toward Xiao Yan's head.
Cold sweat trickled down Xiao Yan's forehead. As he retreated rapidly, his sleeve flicked—
Earth Demon Puppet!
The puppet appeared instantly, charging fearlessly at the black-robed man.
"Scram!"
The black-robed man let out a cold shout and slammed his palm forward. A pitch-black flame vortex erupted violently, engulfing the Earth Demon Puppet in an instant…
Boom!
The black flame vortex trapped the Earth Demon Puppet tightly. As the black-robed man clenched his palm hard, a dull muffled sound came from within the vortex, followed by an invisible shockwave that erupted outward, instantly reducing the once-neat courtyard into complete ruins.
After finishing this, the black-robed man turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan in the distance, only to see a four-colored Flame Lotus gradually taking shape in Xiao Yan's hands.
But at this moment, Xiao Yan was already drenched in sweat, his face slightly pale.
"I know this move of yours. That Flame Lotus of yours… its power is indeed terrifying, but it still can't threaten me.
If you truly detonate it here in this small courtyard, I can simply retreat, but you… under such close-range impact, you'll definitely die. Are you sure you want to do this? " The black-robed man frowned and said coldly.
"You can come over and try, worst case… we both perish together!" Xiao Yan lifted his head, his cold gaze meeting the man's, and he bared his teeth in a chilling smile.
"You really are a lunatic."
The black-robed man went silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, "How about this… I'll take a step back. Hand over that cultivation technique, and I'll leave immediately."
Xiao Yan stared intently at him, seemingly considering the offer.
"I don't have much patience. If you keep being stubborn, don't blame me for killing you!"
The black-robed man's indifferent gaze locked firmly onto Xiao Yan, and he stepped forward, lightly tapping into the void as he slowly approached one step at a time.
This was Holy Pill City, after all. He couldn't act too recklessly here. If the people from Pill Tower discovered this, things would become extremely troublesome.
"That cultivation technique originally belonged to me. I'm just here to reclaim what was mine to begin with." The black-robed man's voice was cold but steady. "Your Heavenly Flames, I can leave them to you… but the cultivation technique, I must take it with me!"
Xiao Yan's expression on the surface remained calm, but deep inside, anxiety surged violently.
If Wei Yang didn't arrive soon, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. If he detonated the four-colored Flame Lotus here in the courtyard, whether the black-robed man died or not was uncertain—but Xiao Yan himself would be absolutely doomed.
Just then—
A faint voice slowly drifted into the courtyard, calm yet carrying an unshakable pressure.
"Oh? Is that so? "
"Brother Wei!" Xiao Yan's eyes instantly lit up with relief.
The black-robed man's expression darkened as he slowly turned around. In the void above the courtyard, the invisible barrier began to ripple slightly.
A hairline crack suddenly appeared in the air. Then, two pale, slender claws wreathed in blood-red flames and electric arcs tore through the opening, gripping its edges tightly before ripping it apart with brute force.
Rippp!
The invisible barrier was violently torn open, and the distant sounds of Holy Pill City's bustling streets faintly drifted in from beyond the crack.
Following that, a figure wreathed in dark crimson blood flames and dancing arcs of lightning stepped into the courtyard, hovering high above in midair.
A pair of deep, blood-red eyes swept down coldly, locking directly onto the black-robed man below.
"You are… Wei Yang? " The black-robed man's gaze flickered with doubt.
This domineering and monstrous aura… it felt a little different from the rumors.
"That's me, just a humble nobody." Wei Yang nodded slightly, his lips curving into a faint, mocking smile. "And you… which damn soul from Hall of Souls are you supposed to be?"
"You arrogant brat!" The black-robed man's face instantly turned cold. "Old man's name is Mu Gu. When I made my name famous, you were probably still sucking milk somewhere!"
"So it's you." Wei Yang nodded lightly, his expression calm.
"Oh? You've heard of me? " Mu Gu frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to the crack in the barrier behind Wei Yang. Seeing that no one else was entering, he secretly sighed in relief.
"I've heard a little." Wei Yang replied mildly.
"Of course I know you too, Wei Yang." Mu Gu narrowed his eyes, his voice calm yet laced with hidden menace. "Our Hall of Souls just hasn't bothered to deal with you yet, not because we fear you. If you're smart, stay out of this. We've got no need to cross paths. Otherwise… hmph!"
"Otherwise, what? What are you gonna do? " Wei Yang chuckled, stepping forward slowly, descending two steps closer, his blood flames crackling faintly. "You're telling me Hall of Souls didn't act because you didn't want to? Or is it because you've already lost too many men to me?"
"Ridiculous! Just relying on you, a mere Nine-Star Dou Zong, you're not even worth our fear!" Mu Gu snorted coldly. "I admit you've caused Hall of Souls some losses, but nothing severe enough to hurt our foundations. We simply didn't have the time to bother with you."
"You, a so-called Peak Three-Star Dou Zun, standing here arguing with a 'mere' Nine-Star Dou Zong like me… doesn't that embarrass you?"
Wei Yang slowly raised his hands from his sleeves, his ten fingers curling into claw shapes, razor-sharp edges glinting with cold light. "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get lost!"
"You…!" Mu Gu's fury erupted, the pitch-black flames on his body boiling violently, burning the surrounding space into collapsing fragments of void.
He almost couldn't hold himself back from attacking. Almost.
But then… he remembered something.
Bing He.
Even Bing He had died in Wei Yang's hands.
Mu Gu didn't dare provoke this dangerous monster recklessly. Not here. Not now. And especially not inside Holy Pill City.
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