"Xiao Yan, we should first lay Senior Xiao Chen's body to rest, then go after Lin Feng, Hun Miesheng, and the others. After all, if the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame falls into their hands, it will be troublesome."
Seeing Xiao Yan consumed by rage and grief, Gu Xun'er hurried forward to comfort him.
At those words, Xiao Yan's body stiffened. After a long silence, he nodded.
Then, he raised his head and looked toward the headless corpse that had already fallen onto the plaza while he grieved, silently walking over.
"Ancestor Xiao Chen, rest assured. I will find a way to avenge you."
Looking at the gaunt corpse before him, still bleeding continuously from its severed neck, Xiao Yan murmured inwardly.
As he spoke, his hand clenched involuntarily. His sharp nails immediately pierced his palm, and drops of bright red blood fell through the gaps between his fingers.
"Xiao Yan, Senior Xiao Chen's death can only be blamed on Lin Feng and the Soul Hall Master. Don't ruin your health with anger. If you keep doing this, those villains will only be even more pleased."
Seeing the blood dripping continuously from Xiao Yan's hand, Gu Xun'er hurried forward and grabbed his arm, her expression filled with distress.
Startled awake by her tugging, Xiao Yan forced a smile at Gu Xun'er and said, "Don't worry, Xun'er. I'm not that fragile."
As he spoke, he turned back toward the corpse. With a flick of his finger, a gray flame appeared at his fingertips.
Then he flicked it out. As the flame shot forward, it grew with the wind, transforming into a gray fire dragon over a dozen zhang long. It swiftly coiled beside Xiao Chen's corpse.
The fire dragon then swept its tail around the corpse below, wrapping it up before enveloping