Slaying Hun Feng

Since Heavenly Flames had little effect on him, he might as well stop using them and beat him to death directly.

Just as Xiao Yan prepared to crush Hun Feng's head, a somewhat urgent voice sounded behind him once more.

"You cannot take his life—"

Xiao Yan abruptly turned at the sound and saw a gray-robed old man approaching, whose strength had only reached the level of an advanced Half-Saint. At the same time, his face underwent slight changes, and a pair of long black eyebrows drooped down, making him appear extremely strange.

Xiao Yan had roughly glanced at this old man during the earlier melee. At the time, the latter had been chased everywhere by the fire slaves, and Xiao Yan had paid him no heed. He had never expected this seemingly utterly ordinary old man to be hiding his strength so deeply.

"The one in your grasp is the young clan leader of the Hun Clan. His ancestor is someone neither you nor the Yao Clan can afford to offend..."

The old man gave a cold smile as the aura of a Five-star Dou Sheng spread out, drawing startled cries from Gu Nan Hai and Yao Wanxuan behind him.

"Elder Hun Mo?! It's you?! Does the Hun Clan truly intend to defy the Eight Clans Covenant?!"

Elder Hun Mo ignored the cries of those two old men. His eyes remained fixed on Xiao Yan. So long as Xiao Yan's focus slipped even slightly, Elder Hun Mo was confident he could save Hun Feng's life from Xiao Yan's hands.

As for anything else, Elder Hun Mo could not spare it a thought. So long as he could leave Hun Feng with a breath of life to answer to the old monsters within the Hun Clan, it would be enough.