Xie Biyan was a somewhat hunched white-haired old man. His aged face was expressionless; even presiding over the sect gathering failed to stir the slightest emotion in him. Perhaps nothing could move him unless it concerned his own interests.
At that moment, he stood atop a raised platform, leaning on a jet-black cane. His aged voice carried throughout the entire venue, displaying his profound control over Dou Qi.
"First of all, thank you all for coming to show your support. I am Xie Biyan, Supreme Elder of the Myriad Scorpions Sect." Though expressionless, Xie Biyan still knew how to offer the usual pleasantries.
Gu He no longer cared what Xie Biyan was saying. Instead, he was wondering whether that old man truly possessed the Netherworld Poison Flame.
The Netherworld Poison Flame ranked twentieth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. Though its ranking was not particularly high, it was sufficiently bizarre. Its flame source could take the form of a butterfly, and the flames were filled with poison, pale purple in color. Formed by absorbing the world's most poisonous substances, it was immensely lethal to the weak. Anyone below the Dou Wang realm would die upon contact, while even those above the Dou Wang realm would need to expend tremendous effort to purge the poison. If one fought someone wielding the Netherworld Poison Flame for too long, death would be inevitable.
Considering that the two of them were not far apart, Gu He carefully sensed the movements of the Green Lotus Core Flame within his body. When he found that it had not changed in the slightest, a disappointed expression appeared on his face.
No, if a Heavenly Flame had already been refined, and its owner possessed strong control over it, no one could sense it unless it was used—even someone who