The sudden appearance of reinforcements made Fan Lao’s face turn ashen, especially when he saw Xiao Yan’s sinister, menacing face. As Xiao Yan displayed two different kinds of Heavenly Flame, Fan Lao realized that in a direct confrontation, even the four of them together would be hard-pressed to defeat him. Moreover, the battle had only just begun, and already one of their Dou Wang-level fighters had been incapacitated by Xiao Yan. As their combat strength weakened, their chances of victory plummeted. Therefore, he could only hope to capture Xiao Li alive and use him to threaten Xiao Yan. However, the unexpected appearance of Lin Yan and Zi Yan shattered his plan. Now, he was left to face Xiao Yan’s vengeful wrath alone!
“Kill everyone in the hideout!” Turning pale, Fan Lao suddenly remembered something and roared. He seemed determined to fight to the bitter end with Xiao Yan and his companions.
The hundreds of “Black Alliance” troops waiting for orders outside the hideout responded with a thunderous, synchronized shout at Fan Lao’s command. In an instant, countless figures burst out from the forest like a tidal wave, launching an assault on the hideout.
Seeing the unending stream of figures emerging from the forest, Xiao Yan furrowed his brows slightly. These soldiers in the hideout were clearly under his second brother, Xiao Li. If too many were injured or killed, it wouldn’t be ideal.
“Little brother, take care of this old dog. I’ll lead the forces to fend off the attack outside!” As Xiao Yan was deep in thought, Xiao Li suddenly leaped down from the platform, letting out a fierce roar. Shadows within the hideout stirred, and over a hundred figures emerged, quickly filling the previously empty streets.
“Everyone, follow me!” With a stern shout, Xiao Li led the way towards the gates of the hideout. The black-clad figures followed without hesitation. Even in this dire situation, their steps remained steady and orderly, following Xiao Li’s commands perfectly.
Seeing the figures emerging from the shadows, Xiao Yan felt a hint of surprise. But he no longer worried. Although Xiao Li was injured, the opposing forces no longer had any Dou Wang-level fighters besides Fan Lao and his group. Ordinary Dou Ling fighters wouldn’t be a problem even for an injured Xiao Li.
Pulling his gaze back, Xiao Yan fixed his eyes on Fan Lao, smiling but showing white teeth that exuded a chilling air. “Fan Lao, you managed to escape two years ago. Let’s see if you are as lucky today.”
Xiao Yan’s smile, cold as ice, sent chills down to Fan Lao’s bones. Despite being called an “old dog,” Fan Lao’s face turned ashen, knowing that the person before him was no longer the same young man from two years ago. Now, Xiao Yan had the power to toy with him.
“Xiao Yan, our feud is all because of you. If you hadn’t killed my son, we wouldn’t have become enemies!” Fan Lao’s eyes flickered, darting around. He clenched his teeth and growled, “In a place like the Black-Corner Region, where your son was killed isn’t surprising. The number of people who have died at your hands is probably far greater than mine.”
Xiao Yan sneered. Slowly lifting his heavy ruler, he pointed at Fan Lao and said, “It’s useless to talk now. There’s no room for reconciliation between us. You must die today!”
“You arrogant brat! I, Fan Lao, am not afraid of you!” Face twitching, Fan Lao let out a furious roar, crimson Dou Qi surging out of his body, forming a vast sea of blood. His figure was completely engulfed by it.
“Still using the same old tricks after two years. It won’t work on me.” Xiao Yan glanced at the spreading sea of blood. Slapping his hands together, the azure fire and invisible fire merged into a green flame.
Gently tossing the green flame, Xiao Yan swiped his sleeve, and the small flame rapidly expanded to several meters in size.
Holding the colossal green flame, Xiao Yan’s lips curled into a smile. Flicking his finger, the green flame rushed out like a storm, covering everything in its wake!
As the green flame swept through, the sea of blood churned, the foul stench dissipating, and the crimson sea became thinner. Vaguely, the sound of Fan Lao’s enraged roar could be heard.
Fan Lao’s luck was indeed terrible. His Sea of Blood technique was his signature move, once capable of overpowering many strong opponents. But against Xiao Yan’s Mastery over the Heavenly Flame, it was like a mouse facing a cat, powerless to resist. Though Fan Lao was a Battle Emperor, his fighting power was now equivalent to that of an ordinary Dou Wang. Truly, one thing counteracts another.
“Whoo!” As the Sea of Blood thinned, Fan Lao couldn’t hold back any longer. With a ferocious roar, a massive blood spear shot out, causing the air to tremble. The sharp wind made the entire hideout resound.
Watching the blood spear, Xiao Yan shook his head with a smile, firing a strand of green flame from his fingertips. The two met in a loud explosion and vanished together.
“Still stubbornly resisting, huh…” A robust green flame surged from Xiao Yan, enveloping him. Stomping his foot, he plunged into the thinning Sea of Blood.
As Xiao Yan charged in, the Sea of Blood violently churned, and the sound of metal clashing echoed. Moments later, the energy shockwave dissipated, and the entire sea of blood evaporated.
As the Sea of Blood dissipated, two figures reappeared. Xiao Yan’s breathing was slightly heavy, but otherwise, he was fine. Conversely, Fan Lao’s clothes were tattered, and blood dripped from his hands, indicating he was at a severe disadvantage in the previous clash.
Amidst the sounds of battle, Fan Lao’s eyes, like venomous snakes, glared at Xiao Yan, filled with indignation. If not for the restraint of his Dou Qi by the Heavenly Flame, he might have fared better against Xiao Yan. Sadly…
“Xiao Yan, don’t gloat. Offending the ‘Black Alliance’ will cost you dearly in the future!” Fan Lao’s chest heaved, his voice raspy as he made his last stand.
“Ha ha, no need for your concern, Sect Leader Fan. In a couple of days, I will settle my grudge with Han Feng at the Black Alliance,” Xiao Yan replied. “But this time, it seems Sect Leader Fan will precede Han Feng.”
“He he, Xiao Yan, I admit I am no match for you, but killing me won’t be easy!” Fan Lao grinned wickedly, his hand forming a seal. Coughing up a mouthful of blood, he vanished mysteriously.
Looking at the spot where Fan Lao disappeared, Xiao Yan shook his head, sighing, “Still the same old tricks…”
As he spoke, silver light flashed on Xiao Yan’s feet, and in a low rumble, his figure vanished.
High above the hideout, the air rippled, and a bloodied figure appeared—Fan Lao, face pale, staring at the hideout below. He coughed violently, snarling, “Brat, once I gather my forces, I’ll come back for you. Then, I’ll tear you to pieces!”
As Fan Lao’s voice faded, a laugh sounded from behind him, making his pores tighten. “He he, Sect Leader Fan, you may not get the chance to return…”
Struggling to turn, Fan Lao saw a smiling, youthful face, and a ball of green fire in his hand.
“It’s over, Sect Leader Fan.” Smiling, Xiao Yan made the green fireball spin rapidly, pulling in the surrounding air. With a swift motion, he threw the spinning, intensely hot fireball at Fan Lao.
In that instant, a powerful blast erupted from the fireball, leaving Fan Lao no time to defend. His face turned ghostly pale, and a mixture of blood and internal organs spewed forth.
The green flame surged forth, engulfing the severely wounded Fan Lao. His agonized screams resonated through the skies…
The green flame continued for nearly half a minute before fading away. Fan Lao’s form was reduced to ashes, scattered by the wind…
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