Battle Between Master and Disciple
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Now the oriole is smugly watching its prey, so it's time for Xiao Yan, the hunter, to make his move.
Just as Fan Ling was laughing wildly in a fit of rage, a suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the Silver Scroll flew out instantly, only to be casually caught by a slender hand.
"Hehe, Fan Ling your hard work, Young Sect Master Fan Ling. However, it would be better if I could help keep this safe."
On a tree trunk, a figure in a black robe appeared eerily. In his palm, a scroll of silver Earth Tier Dou Technique reflected a faint luster under the sunlight.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye; the wild laughter on Fan Ling's face hadn't even faded yet.
"Who are you?"
Upon seeing this unexpected guest, Fan Ling's expression changed, but he did not panic.
"Hmph! I don't care who you are, hand over the scroll, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"
Upon seeing that the other party was merely a Da Dou Shi, the slight panic that had arisen in Fan Ling's heart instantly transformed into a deep killing intent.
Xiao Yan naturally didn't care about this guy's impotent rage. He shrugged and then put the item into his Storage Ring right in front of the other person.
This scene instantly enraged Fan Ling, and the remaining dozen or so Blood Guard rushed forward, wishing they could tear Xiao Yan to pieces!
"Teacher..."
The people in the Blood Sect are quite powerful. In order to finish the battle quickly, Xiao Yan directly planned to borrow Old Yao's Bone Spirit Cold Flame...
"Little guy, let's finish this quickly!"
The Old Yao's voice echoed in Xiao Yan's heart.
Then, a pale white flame instantly surged from his body, engulfing everyone without the Blood Guard even reacting.
Under Fan Ling's horrified gaze, the Blood Guard, who were engulfed in flames, were instantly covered by a layer of pure white ice. In the blink of an eye, all that remained on the scene were lifelike ice sculptures!
"This... this is...!"
Fan Ling was almost stunned by what he saw!
It's like you thought you were dealing with a little kitten, and you were just about to pet it when it suddenly turned into a ravenous tiger...
"Run!"
In an instant, only this one thought remained in Fan Ling's mind.
Only...
"Ridiculous! You think you still have a chance to escape?"
With a cold laugh, Xiao Yan raised his hand and unleashed a beam of Dou Qi that struck Fan Ling in the back.
Damn it!
Sensing the chilling aura rapidly approaching from behind, Fan Ling had no choice but to turn around and defend himself.
"You forced me to do this!"
With that desperate roar, blood rapidly surged from Fan Ling's palms, the last trace seeping into his palms...
In the blink of an eye, a pair of bloody palms, identical to those used when Fan Lao killed Elder Qing of the Heavenly Snake Mansion, appeared on his arm.
Bone Erosion Blood Fiend Palm!
This is a high- Mysterious Tier Dou Technique that Fan Lao is very good at, and only Fan Lao and his son are qualified to cultivate it in the entire Blood Sect.
However, the Blood Sect's techniques are inherently countered by the Heavenly Flames, and Xiao Yan at this time is not just an ordinary Da Dou Shi!
The blood palm and the Dou Qi clashed, and the chilling Bone Spirit Cold Flame caused Fan Ling to let out a scream.
However, taking advantage of the force of being knocked away by the Dou Qi, Fan Ling didn't dare to retaliate at all and turned to run away.
"Heh, you do have some cleverness!"
Xiao Yan smiled sarcastically, then lightly raised his right hand, and a white flame arrow formed from condensed ice crystals took shape in his hand.
As Fan Ling fled, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his chest. He slowly looked down and saw a white shadow pierce through his back...
Xiao Yan stopped beside Fan Ling's corpse, his gaze sweeping over the body without any fluctuation, before bending down to reach for the Storage Ring on the other's hand.
At this critical moment, his body suddenly froze, and then a grayish-white mist flowed out from Xiao Yan's body, transforming into the figure of Old Yao.
"Teacher?" Xiao Yan looked at his teacher in confusion, wondering why he would suddenly appear.
At this moment, Old Yao's expression contained rage, and even his entire soul body showed a slight fluctuation...
"You beast! How dare you show your face before me..."
The Old Yao's suppressed voice rang out, his gaze fixed on a certain area in mid-air.
"What...?!"
Xiao Yan was shocked and immediately became alert.
Just then, the previously empty space locked by the Old Yao's gaze suddenly rippled, and then a figure slowly appeared.
"Heh... you old codger, why wouldn't I dare show my This Emperor here?"
A voice as unpleasant as a hawk's hoot rang out, and then the usually dashing and debonair Medicine Emperor Han Feng appeared before Xiao Yan and his disciples.
Looking at the figure in the sky from afar, Mo Tang couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
"Hey! It seems Han Feng is still quite wary of Old Yao, hiding nearby for so long before finally emerging. He must have been trying to ascertain Old Yao's current condition..."
With the existence of the Minimap, even the Medicine Emperor Han Feng could not escape the system's detection. Therefore, Mo Tang had already discovered him when he first arrived on the battlefield.
However, Han Feng was still filled with fear and apprehension when it came to his teacher!
As a former disciple of the Old Yao, he was well aware of the immense influence the Old Yao wielded on the mainland back then.
Even though Old Yao has disappeared from the continent for countless years, the true peak experts on the continent still have a deep memory of the "Venerable Yao" who once dominated the continent!
Han Feng had no doubt that if word got out that Old Yao was still alive, countless top experts would be drawn to him.
At that time, he, the disciple who murdered his master, will probably be reduced to ashes.
The more Han Feng thought about it, the more ferocious and terrifying his expression became.
When he first heard about the chilling white Heavenly Flames from Mo Tang, he had already guessed that this would be the outcome.
However, Han Feng still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that only that lucky kid had managed to obtain the Bone Spirit Cold Flame...
But the moment he sensed the Old Yao's soul power, he was absolutely certain that this was his former teacher...
The teacher I killed with my own hands!
A chilling killing intent surged across his face. Han Feng suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, and said, "You old codger, you really have a lucky life! But if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! So what if you're alive now? A pathetic worm with only a soul left, how much strength can you possibly muster?"
"Heh heh, so this little brat is the disciple you've been looking for? Don't worry, today, I'll make sure you both walk the Yellow Spring Road together!"