Chapter 262: Fusion of Different Flames, The Buddha’s Wrathful Fire Lotus!

As this nearly mad thought appeared, it made Xiao Yan involuntarily shiver. However, no matter how much he tried to suppress it, the idea still clung to his heart, unable to be shaken off, like a demonic possession…

Unable to drive the thought away, Xiao Yan gradually became fascinated with it, muttering to himself: If this could succeed, the destructive power would not be weaker than the Flame Divide Wave Scale, right?

While Xiao Yan struggled internally, Haibodong, standing beside him, saw his silent demeanor and assumed he had given up. Haibodong secretly sighed in relief; regardless of anything, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor was an extremely troublesome opponent. Although he had indeed kept a few cards up his sleeve, he wasn’t very familiar with Qing Lin, so there was no need to take such a risk for a little girl. Xiao Yan’s decision to give up was exactly what he wanted.

Opposite them, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor flicked his massive tail, each swing creating a powerful gust of wind in the sky. One could only imagine the terrifying force contained within that gigantic tail.

“Hehe, what’s the matter? Finally giving up?” The triangular pupils glanced at the two silent figures across from him, and the serpent emperor’s laughter rumbled like thunder, endlessly rolling across the sky.

“Giving up is also good, saves us from wasting our energy.” The Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor chuckled, slightly turning his head to gaze at the distant horizon, murmuring softly, “That woman, Lü Man, should have reached a safe place by now. My interception mission should be over.”

Turning back, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor looked at Xiao Yan, his mocking laughter clear: “If you two can’t think of a way out, you can come looking for me, Bai Ya. I will always be waiting. Today, I won’t play with you any longer. Once that woman from the Yunlan Sect and that old monster arrive, none of us will be able to leave.”

With those words, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor swayed his huge tail, his eyes fixated on Xiao Yan and Haibodong’s every move as he slowly backed away. Clearly, he did not want to expose his back to the two Battle Emperor experts. While he could block two Battle Emperors, he could not truly defeat Xiao Yan and Haibodong.

Under the black robe, Xiao Yan’s eyes tightly followed the retreating form of the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor. The struggling thoughts in his heart finally solidified. His hands slowly extended from the robe, his slender, fair palms, like a woman’s, seemed to possess no strength at all.

Seeing Xiao Yan’s actions, Haibodong was startled, confusion written all over his face.

“Hehe, what? Still not willing to give up? Although you possess a type of Heavenly Flame, it doesn’t look like you can fully utilize its power!” Noticing Xiao Yan’s movements, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor stopped moving, his triangular pupils fixed on Xiao Yan, coldly mocking with a hint of impatience.

Ignoring the ridicule, Xiao Yan raised his hands to the sky, placing them flat before him. After a brief silence, a pale, ghostly flame rose from his left hand, the scorching heat distorting the air around it.

Tightening his left hand, the chilling white flame flickered, releasing a fierce energy. The large, triangular pupils watched Xiao Yan with a touch of mockery, but the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor showed no sign of tension. Though the Heavenly Flame was something to be wary of, for some reason, the black-robed man before him could not fully unleash its power. Therefore, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor was not overly afraid.

The mocking glint in the triangular pupils lasted for only a moment. As a blue flame suddenly rose from Xiao Yan’s right hand, the giant pupils abruptly shrank, a look of shock appearing in the serpent’s eyes, incredibly human-like.

“Is this also a Heavenly Flame? Damn it, damn it! How is this possible? How can you possess two types of Heavenly Flames?”

Feeling the terrifying heat radiating from the blue flame, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor froze for a moment, then reared up like a cornered beast, its sharp voice angrily echoing through the sky.

Standing beside Xiao Yan, Haibodong stared in shock at the white and blue flames rising from Xiao Yan’s hands. Being so close, he felt the terrifying heat even more intensely. Uncontrollably, he retreated a few steps before stopping, feeling slightly relieved.

“Incredible, he actually possesses two types of Heavenly Flames!” Staring at Xiao Yan’s hands, Haibodong took a deep, cold breath, his mind reeling. With his experience, he had never heard of anyone possessing two types of Heavenly Flames. Such flames were inherently dominant and destructive, making them naturally incompatible. If two types of Heavenly Flames existed in one person, Haibodong could only imagine the result: two highly unstable bombs colliding, leading to a spectacular explosion, destroying each other in the process.

Haibodong didn’t understand how Xiao Yan could possess two types of Heavenly Flames, but he clearly felt that the normally docile energy particles within them suddenly became restless when the two flames appeared.

“What does he plan to do by summoning two types of Heavenly Flames?” Puzzled, Haibodong turned his head, glancing at the slightly lifted black robe, where a trace of wild madness lingered on the young man’s clear face.

Looking at Xiao Yan’s smile, Haibodong shivered, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. His wings fluttered, forming a circular ice shield around him.

Across from Xiao Yan, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor continued to rant in frustration, clearly agitated by Xiao Yan’s possession of two types of Heavenly Flames.

Ignoring the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor’s ranting, Xiao Yan focused on the two differently colored flames in his hands. His lips twitched, and after a moment, he clenched his teeth, slowly bringing the two flames closer together.

“Damn, a madman, a madman! This guy is definitely crazy!” Shocked, Haibodong and the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor cursed in unison. After cursing, they both retreated a considerable distance, watching Xiao Yan from afar.

“Bastard, if you die, who will refine the Rejuvenation Purple Pill for me?” Haibodong muttered to himself as he retreated. Even if Xiao Yan could coexist with two types of Heavenly Flames, it was impossible for the two raging flames to come into contact without causing catastrophic damage.

Xiao Yan paid no attention to their curses. In his crazed thoughts, if the Fire Devouring Art could devour multiple types of Heavenly Flames, it shouldn’t be too difficult to merge them. The power of one type of Heavenly Flame could make a Battle Emperor wary; if two types were combined, the resulting force would be unimaginably strong!

This was a crazy experiment, filled with immense risk. But if it succeeded, Xiao Yan would possess a terrifying skill that even Battle Emperors would fear.

“Damn, if this succeeds, it would be a unique skill I created, right?” Xiao Yan muttered to himself, his hands trembling as the blue and white flames slowly began to touch.

“Boom!”

As the flames touched, a thunderous sound erupted from Xiao Yan’s palm, instantly tearing his hands apart, blood gushing out. Had it not been for the Dou Qi protecting his palms, they would have been blown off.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Xiao Yan’s dark eyes alternated between white and blue flames, creating an eerie and sinister scene.

Biting his teeth, Xiao Yan ignored the twisting space caused by the two conflicting energies and forced his hands closer together.

Though only half a centimeter apart, that tiny distance required Xiao Yan to exert every ounce of his strength. The Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor watched the crazed Xiao Yan, reluctant to leave despite knowing it was unsafe. He was envious of Xiao Yan’s ability and determined to witness the arrogant man’s destruction.

On this Dou Qi Continent, no one had ever used Heavenly Flames like this!

Blood flowed continuously from Xiao Yan’s hands as the white and blue flames gradually compressed. Clearly, while compressing, Xiao Yan also endured the backlash from the two flames. At one point, he let out a muffled groan, spitting a mouthful of blood into the flames, which instantly vaporized.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yan stubbornly stared at the intertwining flames. He knew his actions were foolish, but he persisted, driven by his own determination. Since meeting the Pharmacist Elder, Xiao Yan relied on the elder’s power to survive against formidable opponents. He didn’t like this feeling, and though the elder didn’t say it, Xiao Yan sensed he didn’t enjoy seeing him rely on his strength to escape.

Xiao Yan was a stubborn man, sometimes bordering on obsession. Now, he was deeply entrenched in this mindset, eager to see if he could create a terrifying power, even surpassing the Pharmacist Elder.

Except for the Fire Devouring Art and the Green Lotus Core Flame, nothing else in Xiao Yan’s repertoire had the potential for such power.

As the white and blue flames approached each merging point, no matter how hard Xiao Yan compressed them, they refused to fuse further. In fact, the harder he pressed, the more violent the energy within the flames became.

“Boom!”

Another thunderclap, and Xiao Yan’s palms split open. Gazing at the ball of flickering blue and white light, his pupils narrowed. He knew this was a sign of imminent explosion.

“Xiao Yan, damn it, disperse them! Otherwise, it will explode!” Haibodong shouted, sensing the raging energy around Xiao Yan.

“Ha, what an arrogant fool!” The Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor laughed, sensing the volatile energy.

Ignoring Haibodong’s warning, Xiao Yan focused on the raging blue and white flames. In a moment of extreme concentration, the world seemed to go quiet, even the wind ceased.

In that instant, Xiao Yan’s eyes clouded, but his fingers moved with incredible dexterity, rapidly tapping the flames, infusing them with Dou Qi from the Fire Devouring Art.

As the Dou Qi flowed in, the violent flames gradually calmed, the two colors slowly merging. To the shock of Haibodong and the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor, they condensed into a blue and white lotus seat the size of Xiao Yan’s palm.

As the lotus seat formed, Xiao Yan trembled, gazing at it and muttering, “Success? Buddha’s Fury Fire Lotus?”

His face turned deathly pale, the cloudiness in his eyes vanishing. Instinctively, he flung the blue and white lotus seat toward the stunned Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor.

The blue and white lotus seat soared silently, not even rustling the air, but the sight sent chills down the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor’s spine. As the lotus seat neared, it suddenly exploded, a deafening roar shattering the sky.

“Boom!”

Destructive energy spread from the void, rippling the empty space. A towering mountain nearby shattered, its fractured surface smooth as a mirror.

A thousand miles away from Yancheng, in opposite directions, two streaks of light halted in the sky, their heads snapping up to look at the unseen disturbance. An ancient, tree-bark-like face and a noble, beautiful visage, both expressed shock and disbelief.