A Familiar Aura

Nine-colored Heavenly Flames quietly ignited around Xiao Yan before gathering entirely upon the Flame Sword in his hand.

Xiao Yan was indeed unlike Nalan, who specialized in sword intent. He could only be considered passably familiar with it. Yet the essence of the Flame Sword had never truly been the sword itself, but fire.

"Where there is a sword, there is fire."

Xiao Yan murmured softly.

As a Dou Technique created by Yao Wan, the Flame Sword was similar to, yet different from, the Buddha's Rage Fire Lotus Xiao Yan had created himself.

Their greatest shared trait was their ultimate destructive power.

And the Heavenly Flames Xiao Yan possessed now were enough to push the power unleashed by this strike to the limits of his current cultivation.

A scorching breath slowly poured from Xiao Yan's mouth.

He raised his head and watched countless beams of sword light rapidly swell within his pupils, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

Abandoning every form of defense, he did not even circulate the Glazed Incarnation, which was now enough to contend with his opponent in physical combat without falling behind. Under Yao Wan's slightly surprised gaze, a brilliant streak of fire swiftly shot into the cold, malicious sky.

Like a flaming meteor, it looked nothing like so-called sword qi as it charged head-on into the murderous radiance filling the heavens.

"You worry about people too?"

A tiny, jewel-like head of dazzling colors poked out from within her sleeve, flicking its tongue with a hiss.

"It isn't worry. There is naturally nothing about him for me to worry over. I'm merely curious..."

Yao Wan gently shook her head.

Naturally, she recognized the Dou Technique Xiao Yan was using.

For that very reason, she was not surprised that, with Xiao Yan's talent,