If I couldn't rise from adversity, I would die in a blaze of glory!
Xiao Yan drove the Black Heavy Ruler deep into the hard bluestone floor. He held both hands before him, palms facing the sky.
After a brief stillness, his left hand stirred. An earthen-yellow flame sprang to life, its searing heat making the surrounding space shimmer and distort.
His right hand tightened, and the azure sixth-tier Beast Fire, the Azure Mist Flame, quietly flickered to life in his palm.
The terrifying heat from the two flames swiftly dried the moisture in the air. Around him, the air fell still as waves of heat rolled outward, distorting even the view.
The azure and earthen-yellow flames rose slowly. The pressure of Nalan Yanran's approaching Dou Qi pressed Xiao Yan's clothes tight against his skin, making the azure flame flicker. But the earthen-yellow flame continued to dance against the pressure without weakening in the slightest.
Xiao Yan stared at the two differently colored flames in his hands. Gritting his teeth, he curved his fingers, turned his hands, and slowly brought the flames together.
A clamor erupted across the square at Xiao Yan's actions!
Was he trying to fuse the flames?!
He's mad! That kid's gone mad!
Nearly everyone in the square watched Xiao Yan attempt to fuse the flames in horror, convinced he had lost his mind.
Jia Shentian could not help sending Xiao Yan a voice transmission. Xiao Yan, don't be rash! Even Lin Yan can't fuse flames. You'll only get yourself killed. You're still young. You have a whole future ahead of you. Don't throw it away...
Yet Xiao Yan went on slowly merging the two flames.
He was a stubborn man, and sometimes that stubbornness became an obsession.
Right now, Xiao Yan had dug his heels in.