Xu Yan reached for the Storage Bag on the stone table. Suddenly, with a bang, the Scarlet Stone Coffin shattered, and a scarlet hand reached out from inside it, grabbing for his wrist.
"Young man, you were no ordinary person to have killed Fire Slaughter and made it here. This seat just happens to be short of blood food!"
An icy voice followed.
Xu Yan's expression did not change. As though he had known this would happen long ago, he did not withdraw his reaching hand, instead grabbing the Storage Bag directly. At the same time, his wrist was seized by the scarlet hand.
A powerful, sinister aura surged from the scarlet palm.
Faint blood-red flames rose from the scarlet palm, as though they intended to corrode flesh, refine its essence, and devour it.
Xu Yan's palm gripped the Storage Bag. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and sword light surged around his wrist, resembling a cyclically rotating sword wheel that clamped around the scarlet palm.
The sword wheel spun, seemingly intent on cutting off the scarlet palm.
"Oh?"
A startled voice came from within the shattered Scarlet Stone Coffin.
The hand gripping Xu Yan's wrist hurriedly withdrew, but the sword wheel, like a bracelet, remained clasped around his wrist, spinning rapidly.
"What is this?"
With a boom, the stone coffin exploded completely, and a scarlet figure rose upright.
Blood-red, strange aura surged around him. His other hand struck out, seeking to shatter the sword wheel.
Xu Yan snorted coldly. The sword wheel suddenly expanded, spinning as it enveloped the figure within.
"Good lad!"
The scarlet figure was not afraid. With a bang, blazing blood-colored flames erupted from his body. A sinister, corrosive aura spread out and transformed into something resembling viscous blood, covering the sword wheel completely.
Hissing