"Let's begin. A battle between you and me is inevitable." After a few minutes, Xiao Yan rose slightly and spoke to Xin Yan.
"Knowing this day would come, I should have backlashed against you when you were devouring the Sacred Flame Origin Power back then." Xin Yan kept absorbing the power of countless undead beasts, smiling as he spoke.
"Had you done that, you would die a miserable death," Xiao Yan said, unperturbed.
Indeed, back in the Desert Mountain Range, with the presence of Yan and Kuángmù Immortal Master, no matter how powerful this Holy Flame Spirit was, it probably would have struggled to stir up any waves in front of the two of them.
"Actually, I am still a bit curious."
"You truly carry the scent of the Xiao Clan Bloodline, yet you know nothing of how to use Bloodline Power. Otherwise, I would certainly not be your match."
"Moreover, the fact that you possess the Flame Mantra strikes me as very strange."
"A thing like the Flame Mantra spells mortal disaster." Xin Yan spoke slowly and unhurriedly, acting as though victory were already in his grasp.
"Bloodline Power..." Hearing this, a trace of doubt flickered in Xiao Yan's eyes. What Xin Yan said was not false; the bloodlines within his own body had previously been quite numerous, but fortunately, in the Sky Curtain, his ancestor Xiao Xuan had performed a blood transfusion on him, allowing him to acquire the Xiao Clan Bloodline!
"Let us fight!" Seeing this, Xin Yan hesitated no longer. The devouring of undead beasts also ceased, for dealing with Xiao Yan at this moment was already sufficient.
"Sacred Flame Space!" A trace of resolute expression suddenly emerged in Xiao Yan's eyes, and instantly, strange power surged all around his body!
As Xiao Yan's voice fell,