Heavenly Flame Clone: Blazing Flame Valley (12)

"Boom..."

An utterly terrifying explosion erupted above the mineral vein in the Blood Forest Domain. Once the endless radiance had completely faded, Tang Huo'er and the others hurriedly looked toward the center of the blast.

"Looks like your skills aren't as impressive as your mouth."

Within the enormous crater, Yan Qingshan coldly stared at the defeated Dongfang Yu. The latter was disheveled, utterly devoid of his previous suave demeanor, lying in the crater and glaring hatefully at Yan Qingshan.

At this moment, not only had he suffered a complete defeat in their earlier clash, but his beloved instrument and divine weapon, the jade flute he always carried with him, had also fallen into Yan Qingshan's grasp.

"This thing is all flash and no substance. Listening to it is irritating, and it even helped you commit your misdeeds. Consider this a small punishment and a stern warning. Get back to Sound Valley, and don't come out and disgrace yourselves again."

Yan Qingshan casually shook his hand, and the jade flute instantly shattered into eight pieces that flew in all directions. Dongfang Yu, still sprawled on the ground, watched his beloved possession be completely destroyed. The murderous look in his eyes made it seem as though he wanted to tear Yan Qingshan apart alive on the spot. Unfortunately, the victor ruled over the loser. He was no match for Yan Qingshan, nor did he dare gamble with his own life.

"Senior Sister Yan'er, send someone to take their Storage Rings. Have every one of them submit a statement explaining everything clearly. Otherwise, these people won't learn their lesson."

Yan Qingshan kicked out, sending Dongfang Yu flying like a sandbag directly before the group of Sound Valley disciples. Seeing their last hope destroyed, the Sound Valley disciples were utterly despairing.

"My Storage Ring!