"I meant to spare you back then only because I already had my own Strange Fire at the time. I wanted to leave something behind for the Dou Qi Continent, but who would have thought that after tens of thousands of years of twists and turns, in the end, you would set your sights on my clan?"
The Medicine Emperor, crowned in stars and draped in the Divine Mountain, looked at the wavering Black Flame figure before him and spoke.
The moment those words came out, many of the Yao Clan members looked at one another. Even among the Hun Clan experts, an unavoidable flicker of surprise and shock flashed through quite a few eyes.
It seemed Void Swallowing Flame and the Medicine Emperor were not exactly strangers.
"Heh heh..."
Void Swallowing Flame could not help laughing when he heard the Medicine Emperor's words.
That laughter was low and deep like muffled thunder, echoing like a great bell.
"One of the supreme experts of old, and now all that remains is a remnant soul. What right do you still have to throw your weight around before me?"
"You merely caught a descendant to serve as your vessel and play tricks. Fine, once I take in this remnant soul of yours, it should be worth at least several million complete souls."
The Medicine Emperor gently shook her head, utterly dismissive of Void Swallowing Flame's words.
If she had still remained in that muddled remnant-soul state of the past, then perhaps that would have been one thing. But now, with her Soul Power recovered by a few degrees with Yao Wan's help, and with the bloodline of a descendant as her fleshly body, what did she have to fear?
Void Swallowing Flame stretched out his hand, his fingers covered in black runes,