"It's the Gold and Silver Brothers! I can't believe Han Feng actually invited them!"
Several of the Black-Corner Region experts exchanged looks of surprise. Not even they had known that Han Feng had pulled in such heavyweight figures. A few even began to harbor suspicions. 'He brought in these two old monsters but still let us charge ahead to die first—was he planning to use Xiao Yan's hands to thin us out and then dominate the region himself?'
"The Gold and Silver Brothers, huh? I've heard your names before," Xiao Yan glanced at the two old men who looked nearly identical aside from their clothes and raised a brow. "So you're planning to get involved in this mess too?"
The Xiao Sect had been established in the Black-Corner Region for nearly a year now. During that time, Hai Bodong had gathered quite a bit of intelligence on the local powerhouses, including these infamous Gold and Silver Brothers—ranked first and second on the Black Ranking, both at the peak of the Dou Emperor class.
Of course, peak Dou Emperors weren't unheard of in the region, but what made these two truly dangerous was the fact that they were twin brothers who cultivated identical techniques. When fighting together, their synergy enabled them to unleash power comparable to that of a true Dou Venerate.
"You've got quite a few helpers. But no matter how many you bring, it won't save your life." Xiao Yan's eyes swept past the Gold and Silver Brothers and locked onto Han Feng. He wasn't the least bit afraid, even if his opponents were on par with Dou Venerates. After all, he hadn't even gone all-out yet.
Noticing Xiao Yan's gaze, Han Feng's expression changed. He quickly shouted, "Gentlemen!"
"Don't worry. Go ahead and seize the Heavenly Flame. Leave this one to us." The Gold and Silver Brothers grinned as they simultaneously launched themselves toward Xiao Yan. Behind them, Han Feng spread his Dou Qi wings and charged straight at Zi Yan and Qing Lin.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan frowned and moved to intercept, but the Gold and Silver Brothers blocked his path. Twin strikes of razor-sharp palm winds blasted toward him.
With a cold snort, Xiao Yan's fist ignited with a swirl of purple-black flame. Golden light surged over his skin as he met their attacks head-on. The resulting explosion of force sent both sides retreating, though Xiao Yan stepped back one pace more. Even so, the fact that their combined attack couldn't suppress him said volumes.
"This brat... really is something else!" The twins glanced at their scorched palms, both faces now grave. Even in a direct clash, they hadn't gained the upper hand—no wonder he'd been able to cut down so many experts. His combat strength wasn't far off from an actual Dou Venerate.
Xiao Yan didn't care about their reaction. His gaze dropped to Zi Yan and Qing Lin below. Han Feng had already reached them, and at the crucial moment, Qing Lin released her newly-subdued Qianshui Demon Python to intercept him.
Though strong, the Qianshui Demon Python was merely a fifth-rank Magic Beast. Against a Dou Emperor like Han Feng, it stood no chance—one strike from him left it bloodied and broken. Xiao Yan's frown deepened, and he prepared to act—but once again, the Gold and Silver Brothers appeared in front of him.
"Master Xiao, we haven't finished our fight," they said with sneering smiles. After their earlier clash, they were well aware that defeating him wasn't likely. But that wasn't their goal. All they had to do was stall him.
"You really think you can stop me?" Xiao Yan scoffed. With a flick of his hands, purple-black light erupted behind him as a new set of ethereal flame wings layered themselves over his existing ones—this was the enhanced form of the Purple Cloud Wings.
He had acquired this flight technique from a cave long ago, and it had since evolved from Xuan Rank to Earth Rank after being refined with the blood of a Blackflame Purple Cloud Eagle. While he rarely used it after gaining Dou Qi Wings, it was now the perfect time to bring it back out.
Xiao Yan's base speed was already far greater than ordinary Dou Emperors. Now, with the Purple Cloud Wings stacked on top, his speed was comparable to Wind-element Dou Venerates. If he activated the Flowing Flame Sky Movement on top of that, even masters of movement techniques wouldn't be able to catch him.
With a flash, Xiao Yan blurred into a streak of light. Countless afterimages scattered in all directions, surrounding the Gold and Silver Brothers. Alarmed, the twins launched wave after wave of Dou Qi blasts, but none hit their mark. When they looked down, they saw it—Xiao Yan's real body had reappeared behind Han Feng.
"Han Feng! Watch out! He's coming for you!" they shouted.
Han Feng instantly conjured a flame armor, but his defense was nothing compared to Xiao Yan's Heavenly Flame armor. One punch shattered it, and Han Feng was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth. Gasping, he stared at Xiao Yan in horror. "Your cultivation method... what is it?"
This was their first direct clash, and despite it being just one punch, Han Feng could clearly feel it—Xiao Yan's Dou Qi bore a remarkable resemblance to his own. That only happened when two people cultivated the same technique. And more than that, Xiao Yan's version felt more powerful… and complete!
"Tch, so you practice that technique too? But from the looks of it, yours is incomplete." Xiao Yan, too, had noticed it in an instant and couldn't help but smirk.
Knowing Yao Lao's character, if he'd passed down a cultivation method, he wouldn't have given a defective version. Which could only mean one thing—Han Feng's version of the Flame Mantra hadn't been acquired through proper means.
Considering the rumors of Han Feng killing his own teacher… there was no longer any doubt how he got it.
(End of Chapter)
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