Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 142 Ancestor, save me!

"He is Xiao Yan!"

Lei Zun Zhe's eyes were filled with fervent light.

The six ancient clans had already clearly written Xiao Yan's information in the bounty order.

He can use two different flames at the same time, the Wind Fury Dragon Flame and the Fallen Heart Flame. Looking across the continent, only Xiao Yan can do this!
"No wonder he kept using a Xuan-rank combat technique..."

We should have realized this sooner. He's a Dou Zong, after all; how could he not even have a single Earth-rank Dou Technique!

The Venerable Yellow Springs looked greedy, and even the heartache he felt for his disciple's death completely vanished.

The six ancient clans offered a hefty price to capture Xiao Yan; in their eyes, Xiao Yan is now a treasure trove!
"Xiao Yan, the author of 'Burning Blade,' is Yao Chen's disciple, right..."

Venerable Feng clenched his fists, for the bounty notice did not mention the relationship between Xiao Yan and Yao Chen.

But as Yao Chen's close friend, when he saw that Xiao Yan's bounty notice stated that he could control two different flames at the same time, how could he not have imagined that the two were inextricably linked?

Venerable Wind looked at Venerable Thunder and Venerable Yellow Springs, his expression heavy, his heart filled with regret.

He should have intervened to protect Xiao Yan from the beginning, which would have prevented Xiao Yan's identity from being exposed, but now it's too late.

"I'm so sorry, my old friend!"

In the center of the arena, Feng Qing'er's eyes flickered between light and shadow, revealing surprise and scrutiny.

"Are you Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyes to meet her gaze, his fingertips lightly brushing against his storage ring, and a black Xuanzhong Ruler with a dark luster appeared firmly in his hand.

"If the Xiao Yan you're talking about is the person on the bounty list of the six clans, then it is indeed me."

Before he finished speaking, his fighting spirit surged again, and a completely different pale flame suddenly rose up, intertwining with the previous yellow and milky white flames.

Back in the Northwest Continent, his teacher had already entrusted him with the control of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame.

However, due to his shallow cultivation at the time, and the fact that he had just refined the Fallen Heart Flame and improved too quickly, he did not erase the soul imprint and let the "Burning Technique" devour it.

"boom--!"

Xiao Yan's expression was resolute. His whole body was bathed in flames, and the three-colored flames clashed with each other, giving rise to a majestic aura that looked down on all the flames.

Now that his identity has been exposed, there is no need for him to hide anymore. Only by going all out can he possibly fight his way out!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Feng Qing'er suddenly raised her head and let out a maniacal laugh, the laughter carrying the force of wind and thunder, making everyone's scalp tingle.

Lei Zunzhe and the others on the high platform looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that Feng Qing'er had lost her mind and gone completely mad.

Only Xiao Yan's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Venerable Tianhuo said quietly, "You are a member of the clan of Xiao Jibai, the successor of the Sword Emperor, and she has a great relationship with the son of the Dragon and Phoenix. With such a complicated history, it is no wonder that she is laughing so madly."

She probably wants to capture you to curry favor with her master… The Sword Emperor's successor and the Dragon-Phoenix Child haven't even met yet, but she's already trying to determine who's superior between the two of you.”

"I don't care about personal success or failure, and neither does our ancestor, but there is one thing we absolutely cannot lose—the human race must win!"
"Senior, please don't interfere!"

"Ah."

The Xuanzhong Ruler in Xiao Yan's hand was suddenly enveloped by three-colored flames. The golden, yellow, milky white, and pale flames surged wildly on the ruler, and the rising fire made the surrounding air boil.

His figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow, and with an indomitable momentum, he launched the first offensive since the start of the war against Feng Qing'er!
"Well done!"

A bloodthirsty killing intent flashed in Feng Qing'er's eyes. "Your head will be the first gift I offer to His Majesty the Phoenix Emperor in loyalty!"
“Boom, boom, boom—!”

Xiao Yan and Feng Qing'er were locked in a fierce battle.

The two figures moved with lightning speed, and the violent energy they unleashed continuously impacted the surrounding space, causing the void to distort and wrinkle visibly, as if it were about to be torn apart at any moment.

On the high platform, Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying watched the two fight, their faces deathly pale. Before these two, their previously held, highly regarded talent and cultivation seemed utterly laughable.

Feng Qing'er's palms suddenly turned into claws, her fingertips swirling with wind and thunder energy. She forcefully grabbed at the Xuan Heavy Ruler that Xiao Yan was slashing at her. The moment the claws collided, a piercing metallic clang erupted.

Xiao Yan felt a strange and forceful force coming through his body. Even with his profound cultivation, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and was secretly shocked by the power of the Heavenly Phoenix's physical body.

Just as he was distracted, a cruel smile appeared on Feng Qing'er's lips. She suddenly swayed, her sharp claws whistling as they tore through space, aiming straight for Xiao Yan's neck!

That claw was venomous; if it had landed squarely, Xiao Yan would have had his throat pierced and would have died on the spot!

"careful!"

Venerable Wind couldn't help but let out a low shout.

"Tear-!"

Just as the claw was about to strike, lightning flashed around Xiao Yan, and his figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, narrowly avoiding the fatal grab. Only a trace of the void torn apart by the force of wind and thunder remained in his place.

"Unleash the Three Thousand Thunderbolts before me?"

Feng Qing'er smiled coldly. With a slight movement, the power of wind and thunder around her surged, making her even faster than Xiao Yan. She suppressed Xiao Yan with absolute speed.

"This can't go on like this!"

Feng Qing'er's powerful claw strike sent Xiao Yan staggering back hundreds of meters. His chest heaved with blood and qi, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

The Three Thousand Thunderclaps is the signature skill of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. How could a rogue cultivator like him possibly compare to Feng Qing'er, who was carefully nurtured by Thunder Venerable?
Xiao Yan rapidly formed hand seals, and the three-colored flames within his body gathered wildly, condensing into a spinning, destructive three-colored fire lotus in his palm.

"Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus!"

"A petty trick!"

Feng Qing'er sensed the terrifying energy contained within the fire lotus, let out a clear cry, and unleashed the power of her bloodline without reservation.

Behind her, a huge phantom that covered half the sky slowly emerged. The phantom resembled a phoenix, but it had more of a sacred and majestic air than an ordinary demonic phoenix, and its wings shimmered with a faint golden light!
"That was actually the afterimage of the Heavenly Phoenix, not the Demon Phoenix!"

Venerable Heavenly Fire's voice carried a hint of shock: "Her bloodline is so pure!"

"I can't control that much anymore!"

With a sharp shout, Xiao Yan hurled the three-colored fire lotus, which contained all his Dou Qi, out of his palm.

"Boom——!"

The fiery lotus pierced through the void and collided violently with the afterimage of the celestial phoenix that covered the sky! In an instant, the world seemed to lose all its color, leaving only a blinding white light bursting forth.

A destructive energy storm, powerful enough to devour everything, swept out, instantly tearing apart the spatial barrier and revealing a hideous, pitch-black fissure. Rock fragments, broken wood, energy debris... everything was crushed into nothingness!

After the storm subsided, the two figures flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the ruins.

"Clap clap clap!"

"What a wonderful match."

Lei Zunzhe clapped his hands with a smile, his aura surged, and the lingering dust instantly dissipated, revealing the two figures collapsed on the ground.

"Feng Qing'er, we were master and disciple after all. I will not hold it against you for destroying the martial arts arena, ruining the reputation of Fenglei Pavilion, or offending my dignity. You may leave on your own and never come back."

As for you, Xiao Yan... you should stay in my Wind and Thunder Pavilion!

Lei Zunzhe's large hand suddenly reached out to grab Xiao Yan!
Blood trickled from the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth, and even with his strong will, he couldn't help but show despair at this moment.

In a daze, he was locked in a dark stone cell by Yao Wangui. The coldness of the iron chains cutting into his bones, the burning pain of the whip marks tearing his flesh, and the torment and humiliation that came day after day surged into his heart like a tide.

The large hand in front of him seemed to be pulling him back to those horrific memories of imprisonment and torture!
"Do not--!!!"

Ancestor, save me!

(End of this chapter)