Chapter 1169: Delivering the Final Blow

Upon hearing Xiao Yan’s words, brimming with murderous intent, Chen Xian’s face instantly turned ashen. Without a moment’s hesitation, he erupted with a torrent of battling spirit, which then condensed entirely on his right palm. Dense, fiery-red battling spirit gathered upon Chen Xian’s right hand, making his entire arm seem like a glowing coal, and at the tip of his palm, the formidable, crimson fighting qi converged into something that resembled a razor-sharp fiery blade!

“Flame Blade!”

Chen Xian’s countenance now bore a touch of savagery. With his hand tilted to resemble a saber, he brutally slashed at Xiao Yan’s head. As his hand moved, the scorching red battling spirit formed a flame sword, accompanied by a searing wind that cleaved the very air, tearing it apart. Nevertheless, Chen Xian, a formidable opponent nearly as powerful as Xiao Yan, launched an attack imbued with potent power in his fierce counter.

Facing this vicious counter, the coldness in Xiao Yan’s gaze only deepened. Clenching his hand, green fire exploded from it, forming a fiery glove that enveloped Xiao Yan’s hand. With the flames solidified into a glove, Xiao Yan showed no change in expression; with one mighty strike, he collided head-on with Chen Xian’s flaming knife under the countless scrutinizing eyes.

“Boom!”

As fist and blade met, a surge of heated force erupted, scorching everything within its radius. Dried leaves instantly crumbled to ash, large boulders fractured, cracking under the pressure before disintegrating entirely.

With the clashing of their blows, Chen Xian’s complexion rapidly paled, while Xiao Yan remained as icily detached as before, unperturbed by the counter-attack.

“Scram!”

The lethal force emanating from the flame blade rapidly waned when it clashed with Xiao Yan’s Lotus Heart Flame. A glint of iciness flashed across his black irises as a single, icy rebuke thundered forth like a spring tempest.

With the sound of the rebuke spreading, an immense amount of force surged, rendering Chen Xian’s expression filled with fear. Terrifying strength coursed through his core, and with a sharp, blood-chilling cry, crimson blood spewed forth. Meanwhile, a crackling sound was heard from his right arm—his very bones shattered—and he was flung violently back, smashing into a massive rock. Vibration from the impact splintered numerous crevices within the stone until finally, the boulder crumpled entirely, crumbling into dust, driven to dust by the force contained within.

With Chen Xian collapsed amidst the debris, spasms racked his body: clearly, the previous blow had gravely wounded him. Having harnessed the first phase of Heavenly Flame Transform, Xiao Yan could vie with a Seven or even Eight Star level Battle Sect. Facing a Nine Star Battle Sect required a slight extra effort. The old man, Bai, had been forced to retreat due to his encounter, primarily because Xiao Yan perceived he was newly promoted and thus weaker than some.

Gazing down at the disheveled, prostrated form of Chen Xian among the crushed stones and dust, the observers gulped involuntarily, viewing Xiao Yan thereafter with mingled horror and dread for his harsh tactics. Song Qing, grim-faced from his friendship with Chen Xian, contrasted Swao Ying, her eyes gleaming with excited curiosity.

“You’ve crossed the line, boy!”

At that exact instant, the old man, Bai, recovered from the tremor. Gritting his teeth against Chen Xian’s grave injury, he roared with rage, launching himself lightning-fast at Xiao Yan, his assault teeming with both lethal wind and killing intent!

Xiao Yan, undaunted by this intervention, eyed Chen Xian’s still-hatred-filled, albeit weakened, form on the ground, smirking coldly, and sped once more towards Chen Xian with obvious intent for a decisive, finishing move!

Many detected his goal and shifted nervously. Never had they expected such audacity from Xiao Yan, striking so mercilessly against the son of the Sect of Dark Mysteries!

Seeing the determined Xiao Yan, Old Bai’s countenance contorted in anger, his shout a vehement, threatening command. Ignoring the threat, Xiao Yan maintained a single-minded resolution; Chen Xian’s grudges were well-earned. Any act of mercy towards a snake may yet end with it sinking venomous fangs—a lesson Xiao Yan had learned well over the years.

Witnessing Xiao Yan barreling murderously, Chen Xian, paralyzed in terror, realized his fate was in this ruthless assailant’s grip. “Xiao Yan, if you dare slay me, the Sect of Dark Mysteries will never relent!”

His pleas, however desperate and genuine, failed to deter Xiao Yan. In those fleeting, critical seconds, regret surfaced but could not forestall the deadly confrontation. As Xiao Yan materialized overhead, ready to unleash, his black orbs shimmered with icy determination, an enormous black ruler enshrouded by intense embers, warping the space as it descended…

“In your next life, recall that evil schemes carry dire consequences!” Baring a savage grin, his arm fell.

“Halt!”

Just as Xiao Yan’s heavy ruler plummeted, an urgent bellow reverberated, ignored by the attacker as his descent hastened.

“Earth Shield Flame!”

Instantaneously, another contender intervened, summoning a massive earth-and-fire shield before the terrified Chen Xian. Xiao Yan’s rule collided with the shield just as another colossal energy swept behind, aiming to neutralize Xiao Yan should the attempt persist. At this last moment, Xiao Yan’s vision narrowed, a subtle twist and shift causing the ruler to quaver, transmitting an unseen, heavy burst into Chen Xian’s abdomen. The moment the covert energy landed, Chen Xian’s form went abruptly rigid…