The Oriole Lurks Behind

But the bone-chilling cold force dispersed completely beneath the searing Heavenly Flames. The tall, gaunt man, so frail he seemed barely able to withstand the wind, stepped upon waves of fire and descended like a god of flame, making Lei Xiao's eyes widen involuntarily in utter disbelief.

"You—why are you here?"

Lei Xiao unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva and muttered, but it did not take long for him to realize what was happening before his eyes.

He had heard that after the Bodhi Ancient Tree, Xiao Yan had rebuilt himself after his breakthrough and successfully advanced to the Dou Sheng realm. Yet there were still disparities among Dou Shengs, and the gap between even minor realms was practically an insurmountable chasm at every step.

Realizing this, Lei Xiao hurriedly said, "Don't push yourself. Those two Hun Clan members are both at least Three-star Dou Shengs. You're no match for them. You don't owe us anything either, so leave quickly!"

Though they had once clashed out of a momentary quarrel, Lei Xiao had no wish to see an uninvolved outsider dragged into this because of him. A man would die sooner or later; how could he shamelessly beg for something without cause?

"Leave?"

Hun Qi sneered upon hearing this. He instinctively assumed Xiao Yan had dispersed his force solely through the power of the Heavenly Flames. A mere rumored One-star Dou Sheng was nothing to fear.

"Since you're here, don't leave. Why not stay with them?"

The other Hun Clan Dou Sheng struck at Xiao Yan with his palm. Yet before he could even approach Xiao Yan, his originally bone-piercing palm wind rapidly dissipated amid an inexplicable scorching gale.

"What?!"

The Hun Clan Dou Sheng was startled. Before he could withdraw his hand, he felt an intensely violent burning