The battle between the two in the sky had reached a fever pitch, leaving the crowd below utterly dumbfounded.
No one noticed a small figure with Purple Cloud Wings on his back flying into the distance with Hai Bodong, never once looking back.
"This kid really is..."
Xiao Yan's departure naturally did not escape the eyes of the two men.
Lin Ran frowned slightly, but this was no time to be distracted. His attacks continued unabated.
Yao Chen could wait. A soul-form Venerable Yao, along with a future Flame Emperor who had yet to fully grow—if he missed this chance, there would be another.
But if he did not deal with this old bastard before him, today's affair would likely not end peacefully!
The white-robed elder, who had also noticed Xiao Yan leaving, wore a helpless expression.
He was fighting for his life here, yet that brat had simply run off without even looking back!
Helpless.
The fierce battle continued, and the more the white-robed elder fought, the more alarmed he became.
Lin Ran's attacks grew increasingly ferocious. Like a tiger unleashed from its cage, every strike landed solidly, unstoppable in momentum.
By all reason, let alone a Dou Zong, even an ordinary one-star Dou Zun would be no match for him. Yet Lin Ran only grew braver and stronger as the battle went on, his aura becoming ever more robust!
"Is this the Pure Yang Physique?"
The white-robed elder was shaken.
There were few records of the Pure Yang Physique, but ancient races such as the Ancient Clan still possessed accounts of it.
This special constitution was exceedingly rare in the world. Born of pure yang, its blood vitality and essence were incomparably abundant, its Dou Qi inexhaustible, and its endurance far beyond that of ordinary people.
Qi sank