Retracting his palm wreathed in starry flames, the icy killing intent in Mo Shang's eyes receded somewhat, yet he still exuded an immensely oppressive presence.
"You two..."
Mo Shang slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining two burly men.
As Mo Shang's gaze fell upon them, the two men's legs went weak, and they dropped to their knees with a "thud." Their foreheads pressed hard against the ground, their entire bodies shaking like leaves in an autumn wind as they repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Spare us, Senior, spare us..."
Mo Shang did not strike again. He merely spoke indifferently, his voice calm yet leaving no room for doubt. "I have some questions for you. If your answers satisfy me, I can spare you."
"Please ask, Senior. As long as we know it, we'll definitely tell you..." the two burly men hastily replied.
"What exactly is going on with the disturbance in the desert that you mentioned? Is there really a Spirit Flame inside?"
Hearing this, the two burly men seemed to have grasped a lifeline. Terrified that answering too slowly would earn them the same fate as the man before them, they hurriedly began talking over each other.
"Senior, we aren't sure of the exact location either. We only know it's in the central region of the desert. Three days ago, a crimson blaze suddenly erupted there, and even from thousands of miles away, one could feel those scorching fluctuations."
"Yes, yes! Once word of the anomaly spread, cultivators from every direction rushed toward the desert. We heard that quite a few disciples from major sects went as well..."
"As for the news that a Spirit Flame has emerged within, we heard it from others too. We don't know whether there truly is one, but it probably