"Bastard! Give us back our Transformation Flame!" Fang Yan and the others roared in fury, their faces contorted with rage as their bodies weakened from the loss of the flame.
"You really think you're qualified to speak to me like that?" Xiao Yan replied with a faint smile. It was clear that losing the Transformation Flame had dealt a heavy blow to these old fools. Even now, they didn't consider running? Did they truly believe that, in their current weakened state, they could survive a clash with a Dou Zong?
As they looked at Xiao Yan's mocking smile, a chill surged from the soles of their feet to their skulls. Suddenly, they realized the figure before them had turned slightly translucent—a remnant image?
Before they could react, a violent gust slammed into their chests. The searing force made blood gush from their mouths. The three weaker elders died instantly under the blow, while Fang Yan, though still alive, was clearly paralyzed with fear at Xiao Yan's terrifying power.
"You're… the Xiao Sect's leader, Mo Yanjiao?!" Fang Yan cried out in disbelief. Just now, in that moment of attack, he had caught a glimpse of a massive black heavy ruler—a weapon famously wielded by the mysterious head of the Xiao Sect. And that figure was indeed said to possess terrifying Dou Zong-level strength!
"Congratulations, you got it right. Here's your prize." A crisp, mocking voice rang out behind him.
Fang Yan felt sharp pain in his chest. Before he could even look down to check, a scorching flame erupted from within his body—consuming him entirely.
With a casual wave, Xiao Yan wiped out Fang Yan and the others, then turned to glance at Su Qian. Another battle had already reached its conclusion. Amidst a thunderous explosion, Su Qian was sent crashing to the ground by the Earth Demon Old Ghost. Judging from his battered state, it would be hard for him to continue fighting in the short term.
Of course, this wasn't surprising. The gap between Su Qian and the Earth Demon Old Ghost was immense. The fact that he lasted even a few rounds was already commendable. Hoping to defeat the old ghost? That was pure fantasy.
After seriously injuring Su Qian, the Earth Demon Old Ghost didn't press his attack. Instead, he turned to face Xiao Yan. When he saw the corpses of Fang Yan and the others, a flicker of fury appeared in his eyes. "You killed them?"
"A bunch of ants. So what if I did? And you—an old sack of bones—if you died, you'd be nothing but rotting meat. You've crawled around the Black-Corner Region for so many years. Don't tell me you haven't figured out that simple truth?" Xiao Yan chuckled disdainfully.
"You sharp-tongued brat!" The old ghost's gaze turned icy. He had always been protective of his people. For Xiao Yan to kill his four top elders right in front of him and mock him to his face—he was trampling all over his bottom line. "Don't think that just because you've reached Dou Zong, you can act with impunity. I'll show you what it means when they say, 'There's always someone stronger!'"
"You, an old mutt, have the nerve to say that?" Xiao Yan sneered. "If you've got the guts, go find the Dean of Jia Nan Academy and try your luck there. You've been alive for decades and haven't made any progress—hiding in the Black-Corner Region, bullying juniors. Every halfway competent peer of yours is already a Dou Venerate. You? You're nothing but an old dog with a long life. What else do you have going for you?"
The scathing words made even the surrounding elders flinch. If it were them, they would never dare speak like this to the Earth Demon Old Ghost.
"You little bastard! Once I capture you, I'll tear that tongue from your mouth!" the old ghost roared. With a sweep of his sleeve, dozens of sharp, icy spears formed midair and shot toward Xiao Yan's head like a deadly hailstorm.
But the moment they struck—they passed right through.
"A remnant image?!" The old ghost's pupils shrank. He spun around just in time to see Xiao Yan behind him, the massive black ruler crashing down toward his head. But the Earth Demon Old Ghost was no ordinary foe. With a twist of his hand, the surrounding cold energy surged, condensing a dark ice crystal shield just in time to block the blow.
Even so, the sheer force of the attack sent the old ghost staggering backward. As he looked at the cracked ice shield, a rare trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. "Your brute strength is quite something, boy. But don't worry—after I beat you, I'll personally shatter your limbs."
"Still fumbling with the same recycled lines? You're pathetic," Xiao Yan shook his head in disdain. "You water-brained old mutt. Want me to teach you how to insult someone properly?"
To be honest, Xiao Yan had lost his fair share of fights in his past life. But when it came to verbal battles—he had never lost once. As the Demonic Wrath Saint who inherited Earth's legacy of creative swearing, he was leagues above these crude amateurs of the Dou Qi Continent. Their go-to insults barely went beyond "bastard"—how could that compare to someone who could curse your ancestors to the 18th generation in a single sentence?
"You insolent wretch!" Enraged, the Earth Demon Old Ghost unleashed a swarm of jet-black ice spears. Each one glinted with deadly chill, and despite their unassuming size, even a single one was capable of killing a Dou Huang.
"Thousand Illusion Black Ice Spikes!"
Yet Xiao Yan remained calm. With a wave of his hand, a ghostly blue flame surged outward, distorting the air around them with its searing heat. The deadly black spikes disintegrated instantly upon contact.
The old ghost's expression changed drastically. Staring at the blue flame, he muttered, "A Heavenly Flame… So that's your trick. No wonder Fang Yan and the others died."
"I didn't even need this for those trash," Xiao Yan said coolly.
"Don't think that just because you have a Heavenly Flame, you can fight me!" the Earth Demon Old Ghost roared, hands forming rapid seals. An immense surge of dark cold energy burst forth, shielding him from the Heavenly Flame's heat. As the chill surged, a colossal sword of black ice condensed before him.
"Ice Condensation Sword Art!"
As the massive black ice sword took shape, even Su Qian, watching from afar, paled. The energy within that blade was terrifying—it could grievously wound or even kill a mid-level Dou Zong.
"Ugh, not this again." Xiao Yan sighed. "Why do you fossils keep saying the same crap? I'm getting tired of it. But I guess it makes sense—only turtles care about how long they've lived. No wonder you lot are obsessed with it."
He raised a finger and flicked the air.
With a whoosh, the ghostly blue flame wrapped around the Heavy Xuan Ruler. In that instant, an explosion of terrifying energy burst forth—so intense that it made even the sky seem to tremble.
(End of Chapter)
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