Han Feng's eyes were filled with cold light, but it quickly receded.
"Forget it. I'd better wait a little longer, unless it comes to the point of no return... Bone Spirit Cold Flame, Nether Poison Flame—I want them both!"
With a sweep of his finger over his Storage Ring, Han Feng took out a brand-new scroll.
It contained intelligence he had sent his subordinates to gather in the Jia Ma Empire.
He had originally collected this intelligence to uncover the identity of the Nether Poison Flame's owner, but now it had unexpectedly found another use.
"Back then, Old Man Mu Gu and I burned that old bastard's body together. So even if he was lucky enough to survive, he must have continued existing in soul form.
And he couldn't possibly have reconstructed his body by now. Otherwise, once that old bastard recovered his cultivation, he would have come for revenge long ago..."
Han Feng scanned the intelligence with his Soul Power and quickly noticed something amiss.
"Xiao Yan miraculously cultivated from the third stage of Dou Qi to Da Dou Shi in three years, and he has a close relationship with Su Yun...
Most importantly, he once stormed the Misty Cloud Sect alone and unleashed a powerful force of Soul Power, enough to even injure a Dou Zong?!"
Intense killing intent burst from Han Feng's eyes.
"Xiao Yan!"
Half a month later, at the Poison Sect.
"Master, no! Don't give me any more!"
The Amethyst Winged Lion King's enormous body was immersed in scalding medicinal liquid, where thick red fluid continuously bubbled and boiled.
"No pain, no gain—no beast rises above the rest without suffering!"
Su Yun snorted coldly as the Nether Poison Flame surged forth, continuously heating the medicinal liquid. The terrifying heat made the Amethyst Winged Lion