The three top-tier Abyss Demon Gods had pinned Flame Venerable down from three sides, locking him firmly in their sights. His face gradually turned ashen.
Flame Venerable had never expected that one moment of carelessness would land him in such a predicament!
Even so, Flame Venerable had not given up the will to fight.
He slowly turned around.
The tip of the crimson spear in his hand glimmered red beneath the dim sky.
"You want to kill this Divine Son?
"Then let's see if your teeth are hard enough to bite through me!"
Flame Venerable took two deep breaths, determination flashing across his face.
"Heh. As expected of the Fire Origin Spirit Race's current Divine Son. Compared to you, that fool Yan Wuxin truly doesn't hold a candle to you!
"And, Divine Son, let me tell you a secret. The truth is, your younger brother Yan Wuxin's talent is nowhere near as great as you imagine!
"The only reason he can appear to stand shoulder to shoulder with you is that my master, Divine Heart Great Demonic God, has spared no expense secretly cultivating him!"
"But it doesn't matter. As long as we kill you, Yan Wuxin will become a far more valuable pawn in our hands!"
"So, Divine Son, could you do us the favor of making this easy and obediently accepting your death?"
Qiutian revealed a secret that was hardly a secret, hoping to shake Flame Venerable's resolve.
Unfortunately, Flame Venerable was not affected.
He raised his spear and pointed its tip directly at Qiutian's brow.
The firelight coursing along the shaft cast a grim, murderous look across his face.
"So that's your scheme?
"You've certainly got a pretty picture in your head!"
"But this Divine Son won't let you have your way!"
The pretense vanished completely from