Purple Flame Golden Lamp

Ye Zhen lunged out like lightning, his right hand reaching for the blood-colored banner. Just as his fingers were about to close around it, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly rose within him.

Ye Zhen was greatly alarmed!

This inexplicable palpitation meant that, under the state of Clear Heart Sword Intent, his own soul had sensed immense danger. Over the past several years of his martial journey, Ye Zhen had only sensed this strange palpitation twice.

Each time, he had stood on the razor's edge between life and death, facing extreme danger with only a slim chance of survival!

Before Ye Zhen could react, almost at the instant that inexplicable palpitation arose, an incomparably savage and violent aura abruptly locked onto him.

That violent aura made even Ye Zhen's scalp tingle.

"Don't move!"

"City Lord Ye, if I were you, I would obediently move aside. Of course, if you wish to test the might of this old man's Purple Flame Golden Lamp, this old man would not mind!"

It was Qingyang Palace Lord Chu Yang's voice. Unexpectedly, Chu Yang had also found the place where the Demon Race Battle Flag was stored in an extremely short time.

"Palace Lord Chu!"

Ye Zhen slowly withdrew his right hand from the blood-colored banner within arm's reach, then turned around at an exceedingly slow pace that showed no threat whatsoever. He saw Qingyang Palace Lord Chu Yang, dressed in purple and staring at him expressionlessly.

As a seventh-layer Palace Opening Realm King, Chu Yang's cultivation aura was already tremendously powerful. Yet at this moment, all of Ye Zhen's attention was drawn to the entirely golden lamp in Chu Yang's hand!

The golden lamp was not large, only the size of an ordinary oil lamp. Yet the lamp dish held not oil, but a hazy layer