Yao Clan Chief

While the elders in the sky were held back by Xiao Yi, Ning Luo appeared before Yao Wangui in an instant like a ghost, then coldly pointed a finger at him.

"Ning Luo, stop!"

Just as Ning Luo moved against Yao Wangui, an aged roar suddenly rang out across the sky. To everyone's surprise, a vast sea of fire clouds surged swiftly from the mountaintop. Within it, a red-haired old man could vaguely be seen rushing over.

"It's Elder Wanhuo!"

The sight of the red-haired old man immediately drew waves of exclamations from the plaza. No one had expected even this man to be stirred into action.

"A six-star Dou Saint?" Ning Luo's brows furrowed slightly as the red-haired old man appeared. He glanced at Yao Wangui, whose face had filled with wild delight and malice, and his gaze turned icy once more. His attack did not slow in the slightest as his sharp finger wind viciously stabbed toward the latter.

"You little bastard, do you think this old man fears you?!"

Seeing Ning Luo press him step by step, Yao Wangui flew into a rage. Dou Qi howled out from within his body as his withered yellow palm carried a strange gust of wind and furiously struck at Ning Luo. "Withering Glory Palm!"

"I'll kill you!"

The instant the white toxic powder fell onto the ground, it erupted with sizzling sounds. The hard stone slabs vanished in an instant, clearly proving it to be highly poisonous.

Bang!

Yao Wangui had scattered the poison powder, but before the malice in his eyes could emerge, an arm covered in pink flames suddenly shot out from the toxic mist and seized for his throat with lightning speed.

"Ning Luo!"

Ning Luo stared coldly at Yao Wangui, who was somewhat frantically trying to