To Uchiha Madara, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan's father, and even the Misty Cloud Sect before him were all utterly insignificant.
That was why, when Yun Shan asked whether he would stand up for Xiao Yan, he had given such an ambiguous answer.
Of course, his answer could also be interpreted in three words: depends on my mood.
Yet Xiao Yan could never understand Uchiha Madara's mindset. At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan, his whole body bristling with agitation.
"Yun Shan, I don't care what you're plotting. Hand over my father immediately, or don't blame me for showing no mercy," Xiao Yan said coldly.
Yun Shan froze for a moment, then sneered. "Oh, showing no mercy? I'd like to see how you plan to show no mercy."
A faint anger also rose in his heart.
All along, he had only been somewhat wary of Queen Medusa and deeply wary of Uchiha Madara.
As for Xiao Yan himself, he was merely a Da Dou Shi. Under normal circumstances, he would not even have been worthy of a second glance from Yun Shan, yet he dared bark so wildly in front of him.
Xiao Yan looked at Yun Shan's disdainful expression, and a mocking smile curved across his lips. His left hand slowly rose, and with a flick of his palm, a bone-white flame abruptly appeared before everyone's eyes.
"This Heavenly Flame..." At the sight of that bone-white flame, everyone present sharply inhaled. "Yun Shan, you forced me to do this!"
Xiao Yan muttered in a low voice. As the words left his mouth, he waved his hand again, and a green flame surged forth. The two flames echoed each other in the air, as though reflecting destruction itself.
Xiao Yan's hands paused slightly, then slowly moved