No Wonder He Was Called Venerable Yan (Five Thousand Words)

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, but there was no trace of amusement in his eyes as he said, "If you only have one Ninth Grade Spirit Array, then you're dead for certain this time."

The moment Xiao Yan's voice fell, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—a black flame instantly surged up! The treasures had been snatched, the Supreme Spirit Liquid had been used, and he already knew the location of the legacy. If Xiao Yan had not killed Zhu Ye before because of his wealth, then the current Zhu Ye could be said to have no value left at all.

There had been nothing he could do about letting him escape last time. Back then, Xiao Yan had been fully focused on making money. When he saw the other party take out an escape Spirit Array, his first reaction had not been to stop him from fleeing, but to have Mao Wu clean out every treasure the other party had hidden in the Spirit Array space. In the end, Zhu Ye had escaped.

This time, Xiao Yan directly went all out.

Firelight flickered, and a wave of heat immediately surged outward in all directions with Xiao Yan at its center. At this moment, Xiao Yan was like a black furnace. Black flames wrapped around his robes; if one did not look carefully, one would not even be able to tell that flames were rising.

The instant Emperor Dark Flame surged up, the surrounding trees began to spontaneously combust and spirit artifacts melted. However, what melted was not merely those shattered low-grade spirit artifacts, but also the surrounding rocks. Even space itself seemed to melt like ice cream.

As the temperature of the heat wave grew higher and the melting became increasingly violent, it was enough to show just how powerful Mao Wu had become