Evil Intent
Xiao Yan's expression did not change as he watched the Flame Demon Emperor's face gradually shift beyond expectation.
No matter what kind of flame it was, he could devour it, fuse it, and turn it into his own power.
Naturally, that included this Demonic Flame, so different from the creations of the Great Thousand World.
It would merely take a little more effort.
"I thought you were just a brat who had recently entered the Saint Grade, but it seems you do have some skill."
The Flame Demon Emperor shook his head. Even so, it did not mean he feared Xiao Yan.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years. Not to mention the Flame Demon Race, even among the entire Thirty-Two Great Clans, not every great clan possessed an elder like him.
"However, you are still lacking if you wish to contend with me!"
As his heavy voice echoed between heaven and earth, a war blade formed from demonic flames fell into his hand. From the center of the halo spewing countless Demonic Flames, the Flame Demon Emperor suddenly swung his blade.
Without a second thought, Xiao Yan raised his hand to block the fierce, tyrannical strike. Emperor Flame condensed into a Fire Ruler, forcibly stopping the demonic flame blade. Countless flames eroded and stripped away at one another, erupting in violent sparks.
Boom!
The mountains behind them slowly slid apart along the clean slash, then plunged into the magma at their feet, which had unknowingly long since become a sea of fire.
Even the most direct clash between their flames released temperatures sufficient to melt everything around them.
As the trembling blade edge slid past the rough edge of the ruler, Xiao Yan revealed an unconcerned smile.
"Then I'll have to see what you are