The Origin Secured

"Han Feng is truly a Money-Sending Boy; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have this treasure."

Seeing the purple butterfly, which appeared slightly more droopy than before in the cold mist, Xiao Ming was quite satisfied.

The icy blue mist he just threw out was called Heavenly Cold Qi. This thing was no less rare than Heavenly Flames. Ordinary flames would automatically extinguish themselves when they were a certain distance away from it, which is why Heavenly Flames could resist it. However, even so, the power of Heavenly Flames would be somewhat reduced under the influence of this "Heavenly Cold Qi".

The Heavenly Cold Qi only exists deep within the extremely cold lands. This Heavenly Cold Qi was even found in the Abyssal Sea Storage Ring. Obviously, Han Feng had scavenged it in advance to subdue the Heavenly Flames, but now it has benefited Xiao Ming for nothing. If it weren't for Han Feng, where would Xiao Ming have found the gas that only exists in the extremely cold lands?

The Heavenly Cold Qi can only suppress the Heavenly Flames. As time passes, the Heavenly Cold Qi will dissipate, and the Nether Poison Flame will regain its original Aura.

So Xiao Ming only paused for a moment before resuming his actions. With a thought, a Formless Flame surged out from his body, finally condensing into a rapidly spinning invisible drill at his fingertips.

The flame drill spun wildly, its sound carried but its form unseen, its whirring echoing through the forest.

"Go!"

With a command, a flick of the finger sent the flame drill shooting out with a whistling sound, like a child crying, causing the space to tremble in its wake!

"Stop!"

The fiery drill darted into the frigid mist like lightning, finally striking the purple butterfly with a powerful, flying motion, just like a flying electric drill.

"Laugh!"

The flame drill was only blocked by the butterfly for a moment before it pierced through fiercely, shattering most of the butterfly's body. Instantly, a shrill and angry cry, like thunder, roared up in the dim sky!

The sound echoed throughout the sky. Several Lizardmen who were searching around in the swamp suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of Xiao Ming and his group.

"Gibberish (There's a battle going on there; this fluctuation indicates the opponent is extremely strong!)"

"Gibberish (It seems some humans have recently entered our territory. The Great Elder is looking for them but hasn't found them yet. This time, we might be facing them.)"

"Jilitaimei (Let's go report to the elder.)"

As the last sound faded, several Lizardmen leaped into the swamp, creating ripples, and then disappeared.

Xiao Ming knew nothing about the Lizardmen, and even if he did, he wouldn't care too much.

The priority now is to deal with the Nether Poison Flame before us.

The Nether Poison Flame was not killed by Xiao Ming's previous attack. As its angry roar ceased, a terrifying energy wave that made everyone present instantly change color rippled out from the cold mist. Immediately afterward, the temperature in the world, which had been lowered by the "Heavenly Cold Qi," suddenly surged!

As the temperature soared, the Heavenly Cold Qi that filled the sky began to thin out, and the scattered forms of the butterflies began to reform.

Seeing that the Heavenly Cold Qi wouldn't last much longer, Xiao Ming frowned, quickly stretched out his right hand, and a giant red palm, hundreds of feet in size, appeared in the sky, crashing down with a sharp whooshing sound.

"Mountain-Splitting Palm." (Note: No attribute, Profound Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, obtained by Xiao Ming from the Inner Academy's Dou Technique Pavilion.)

The Nether Poison Flame was covered in deadly poison, so Xiao Ming couldn't engage it in hand-to-hand combat and had to rely on ranged attacks.

Its giant red hand, carrying overwhelming force, smashed into the forest where the purple butterflies resided.

A large swamp collapsed, the thin layer of Heavenly Cold Qi dissipated, and the damp swamp seemed to gurgle because of Xiao Ming's action, with bubbles the size of human heads rising up, along with a deadly poison gas that had been brewing in the swamp for Qian Bai.

The poisonous gas filled the sky, obscuring visibility and making it difficult to see clearly. Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared on Xiao Ming's back in the sky, and he vanished without a trace, leaving only an afterimage in his place.

The next moment, a purple streak of light silently streaked through, accompanied by an extremely oppressive, scorching wind that pierced through the afterimage.

The newcomer was none other than the Nether Poison Flame. Although it had now solidified into a physical form, its body had become much more ethereal.

Clearly, Xiao Ming's attack had caused him considerable damage.

Seemingly realizing that it had not attacked a real person, the purple butterfly immediately let out a strange cry and turned to attack Xiao Ming, who had revealed his form. At the same time, black poison gas was released along the black veins on its back, mixing with the pervasive poison gas in the sky.

Xiao Ming hadn't taken any air at all, and after a while, he still felt his eyelids were heavy and his head was spinning.

He was so frightened that he quickly drove away the Heavenly Flames his entire body before he regained his composure.

"This Nether Poison Flame truly lives up to its reputation for being poisonous. Even though I was careful not to inhale it, just being exposed to the poison in the air almost caused me to be poisoned. This poison is so potent, no wonder so few people have ever bothered with it throughout history," Xiao Ming thought to himself with a grave expression.

Seeing that Xiao Ming kept dodging her attacks, the purple butterfly let out another angry cry, and a surge of scorching energy burst forth from its body.

The sky was now filled with bursts of Purple Flame, which hovered around the purple butterflies like soldiers ready to launch an attack.

The countless flames made the already damp swamp even hotter, and the surface of the swamp was baked into hard clods by the high temperature.

Above, Xiao Yi Xian and Zi Yan saw this scene, and their beautiful eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. Zi Yan even wanted to go down and fight alongside Xiao Ming. But remembering Xiao Ming's previous instructions, she could only suppress her temper.

"Grumble!"

A sharp screech suddenly resounded, followed by a surge of Tian Huo that seemed to crash down like a meteorite. The sound of the flames falling filled the heavens and earth, giving people a sense of impending doom.

Even though Xiao Ming wasn't afraid, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable under such a massive and terrifying offensive.

"This Nether Poison Flame can Spirit Gathering intelligence, and its internal energy is unknown. If I hadn't severely injured it before and hadn't used such a simple attack method, I probably would have had to flee in defeat. I can't fight it for a long time. Let's use Snow Dragon Roar's Roar. Snow Dragon Roar has special effects on the soul, and it might have a miraculous effect on this kind of Heavenly Flames that has gained intelligence."

Thinking this, before the attack of the Nether Poison Flame arrived, Xiao Ming slightly raised his hands and formed a strange hand seal, while his mouth bulged out like a frog's.

A moment later, his powerful Dou Qi transformed into sound waves that seemed almost tangible, spreading out from his mouth like lightning.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly resounded across the sky, its immense sound waves enveloping the entire battlefield. Within that astonishing roar, there was even a hint of strange dragon's cry.

This time, the Snow Dragon Roar's Roar was even more powerful than when Xiao Ming attacked the Gold and Silver Elders last time, even though Xiao Ming didn't use any secret techniques this time.

The reason for this is the Dragon Qi that Xiao Ming obtained from the Yin Yang Profound Dragon Pill.

The sound waves rose rapidly from below, quickly engulfing the purple butterfly. Wherever they passed, the Purple Flame meteorites were instantly destroyed, and the purple butterfly's wings stopped flapping.

"It worked! The time has come!"

A flame flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, and he flapped his Silver Wings.

The next moment, he appeared beside the butterfly, his right hand, wreathed in Formless Flame, passing directly through the purple butterfly. When the butterfly withdrew, only a thumb-sized amount of dark purple liquid remained on his hand.

"Nether Poison Flame Origin obtained!"