Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"However, I don't want to form an alliance with you now."

Han Feng tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Yao Wanhuo's... Nine Nether Wind Flame in his hand.

Han Feng's voice was not loud, but it was as cold as a biting wind, causing many members of the Medicine Clan present to feel a strange sense of unease.

His gaze lingered on the Nine Nether Wind Flame in Yao Wanhuo's hand for a long time, as if admiring it, or perhaps weighing something.

"You don't want to form an alliance?" Yao Wanhuo's voice remained calm, but his expression was slightly gloomy.

"Pharmacist, do you really think that you alone can be an enemy of my Medicine Clan?"

Han Feng chuckled softly, remaining silent.

With a flick of his right hand, the Nine Nether Wind Flame in his palm suddenly leaped up, condensing into a swirling vortex of wind and fire in the air, with howling winds and blinding flames!

"Be my enemy? Do you even deserve to be my enemy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently waved his right hand, and the swirling Nine Nether Wind Flame rushed towards the strange fire in Yao Wanhuo's hand with a piercing whistle!

In an instant, the two balls of Netherworld Wind Flame collided violently in mid-air!

One was as black as ink, the other purple with a hint of green, and they instantly tore through the void. Flames intertwined and rolled in the high sky, and a gale raged, as if the wails of countless ghosts echoed between heaven and earth!

"This is... a battle of fire spirits?!" an elder exclaimed in surprise.

A cold glint flashed in Yao Wanhuo's eyes. He clenched his fist, and his own Nine Nether Wind Flame transformed into a pillar of flame, attempting to suppress and devour Han Feng's Nine Nether Wind Flame!

But the next second, his expression changed drastically!

The Nine Nether Wind Flame, which had initially held a slight advantage, suddenly became restless and uneasy in the face of Han Feng's Strange Flame, as if it had lost control!

"How is this possible?! My Nine Nether Wind Flame... is retreating?"

boom!

Black flames transformed into wind, crisscrossing like demonic shadows, and condensed into a dark fire python phantom in the gale. With a shake of its tail, bolts of lightning appeared in the gale, instantly shattering Yao Wanhuo's strange fire!

"Your Nine Nether Wind Flame..." Yao Wanhuo exclaimed in shock, "...has actually fused with other strange flames?"

Han Feng slowly withdrew his right hand, the ghostly flames swirling around, but the chilling aura in the air intertwined with the thunder, lingering for a long time.

"Looks like you know your stuff."

“This is not the Nine Nether Wind Flame unique to your Medicine Clan... but the Nine Nether Wind Thunder Flame that I personally ‘refined’.”

Han Feng spoke calmly, yet every word was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.

Yao Wanhuo's face was gloomy, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.

Fusion of different flames?! What kind of courage and talent in the art of fire is required to elevate the three paths of wind, fire, and lightning to this level?

Currently, the only person on the Dou Qi Continent who has forcibly fused two different flames is Yan Jin, the patriarch of the Yan Clan. No one else, not even the Medicine Clan whose specialty is alchemy, has such an ability.

The person in front of me actually fused the Nine Nether Wind Flame with other strange flames to create a brand new strange flame!

"I see......"

Yao Wanhuo finally saw the truth.

"You're not here to persuade the Medicine Clan Alliance."

He said solemnly.

Han Feng nodded, "I'm just here to see if the Medicine Clan is worth winning over."

"And now—"

His gaze swept around, landing on Yao Ming, Yao Wangui, and the elders who were on high alert, their faces showing fear.

"The answer is obvious."

Han Feng's tone wasn't harsh, but it struck like a heavy hammer, silencing everyone.

“A family that condones its subordinates’ alliance with the Soul Clan is an enemy in the eyes of my Soul Slaughtering Division.”

"It's no longer a matter of whether you're willing to form an alliance or not; it's that my Soul Slaughtering Division will not agree to your joining!"

Han Feng looked coldly at everyone.

"Now you only have two paths."

"Either do nothing and wait to be wiped out by the Soul Clan, or join the Soul Clan and be wiped out by me."

Chapter 470 Mid-stage Seven Stars

"Heh, or you can expect the other races to save you in a time of crisis."

Han Feng smiled and suddenly tightened his grip.

Wow!

The Nine Nether Wind Flame of the Medicine Clan, which had been defeated earlier, was now in Han Feng's grasp. Powerful soul energy surged into it, forcibly transferring its ownership.

"puff!"

Yao Wanhuo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his pupils filled with incredulous shock.

"You, how can you be so strong?"

Even if the opponent wins the battle, it will still be extremely difficult to change the ownership of the Nine Nether Wind Flame.

The other party actually managed to change the ownership of the strange fire in just a few minutes!

The Nine Nether Wind Flame in Han Feng's hand opened its mouth and swallowed another Nine Nether Wind Flame that he had just obtained.

Yao Wanhuo spat out another mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.

The strange fire was devoured, and now there was no hope of taking it back.

The light in Yao Wanhuo's eyes gradually dimmed, but as an elder of the Yao clan second only to the clan leader, he quickly regained his composure even after the strange fire was taken away.

He took out a pill from his storage ring and put it in his mouth. With the help of others, he looked at Han Feng.

"Your skill is impressive. This time, my Medicine Clan admits defeat."

"However, does your domineering behavior represent the attitude of the Soul Extermination Division?"

Han Feng glanced at the horizon and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"I said, the Soul Extermination Division doesn't care about the Medicine Clan's attitude."

Yao Wanhuo was so angry that his body trembled.

"Aren't you afraid that we'll really have to submit to the Soul Clan?"

Han Feng spread his hands.

"Whatever you want."

Han Feng turned around.

"It seems your clan leader won't be coming out; is he in seclusion?"

"hehe."

Han Feng smiled gently.

"Then goodbye, you ants of the Medicine Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feng's body disappeared from the spot, accompanied by a gust of wind.

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"

Yao Wan Gui was furious.

Even though he was seriously injured by Han Feng, he still didn't think he should be afraid, because the entire Medicine Clan stood behind him!

A hint of sadness appeared in Yao Wanhuo's eyes.

This battle made him realize the tragedy of the weak.

With the Nine Nether Wind Flame stolen, the Medicine Clan elders were treated like ants, losing all their dignity!

Times have changed. If the Soul Clan really attacks the Medicine Clan, will their fate be even worse than it is today?

Yao Wanhuo's lips moved slightly.

"I've let down the Medicine Clan..."

He realized at that moment that he seemed to have pushed the Medicine Clan into the center of disaster.

The Soul Slaughtering Division was not as weak as he had imagined; on the contrary, they were very strong.

Angering them would be a huge threat to the Medicine Clan.

"Elder, should we gather our forces and give chase?"

Yao Wangui stepped forward and asked.

"You are no match for him."

Yao Wanhu shook his head and said.

"You should reflect on what you've been doing lately. The Medicine Clan can't afford to make another mistake."

While things are certainly not at their worst, the situation is certainly very tense.

Previously, the Medicine Clan could rely on its abundant resources to hedge its bets and seek allies from multiple sides.

However, this battle made Yao Wanhuo realize that in the face of absolute power, so-called allies are not reliable.

With the help of his confidants, Yao Wanhuo left.

The remaining two, Yao Wangui and Yao Ming, stared at each other, neither willing to concede.

Although it was a misunderstanding, the motives of both parties were genuine.

Even if Han Feng didn't make a move, Yao Ming would still attempt to assassinate Yao Wangui.

"Look who you brought in!"

Yao Wangui said irritably.

"I already told you he's from the Soul Slaughtering Division! You bastard who colluded with the Soul Clan, you're the one who angered him!"

"Hmph, Yao Ming, do you think I don't know you? You wouldn't agree to an alliance; you're just using him as a pawn!"

The two argued back and forth until they parted on bad terms.

the other side.

After leaving the Medicine Clan, Han Feng found a place to begin refining the newly acquired Nine Nether Wind Flame.

This strange fire possesses immense energy; it is indeed a fire passed down through generations of the Medicine Clan.

After absorbing it, Han Feng felt his cultivation level slowly improving, and soon he surpassed the early stage of the Seven Star Dou Sheng and advanced towards the middle stage.

half a month later.

Han Feng completely refined the Nine Nether Wind Flame. The original Nine Nether Wind Flame, nourished by its source, had undergone a complete transformation, and Han Feng himself had also comprehended a trace of the Nine Nether Wind Flame's profound meaning.

However, because he has used this strange fire in battle too few times, he has not been able to fully comprehend it.

Fighting is the best stepping stone to progress.

Han Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

"The mid-stage of the Seven Star Battle Saint realm, only a step away from the late stage."

The power of the "Burning Technique" lies not only in its ability to fuse with different flames, but also in its capacity to convert the powerful energy contained within those flames to enhance one's cultivation.

Although Yao Wanhuo was the previous controller of the Nine Nether Wind Flame, he could only manipulate the power of the strange fire and could not convert its energy into his own.

The medicine clan's sustenance over thousands of years is no joke.

Han Feng let out a long breath and a smile appeared on his face.

This trip to the Medicine Clan was completely different from the progress of the alliance.

However, the benefits I received were real and tangible.

Han Feng initially maintained a neutral stance towards the Medicine Clan, but after learning about some aspects of their existence, he changed his mind.

It's no longer appropriate to simply try to win over the Medicine Clan, which has already made contact with the Soul Clan.

The Medicine Clan has no shortage of resources and is quite powerful.