Fan Lao Dies! Claiming the Spoils, Killing Fan Ling!

In the sky a mile away from Ye Yan.

The blood mist that had originally shared the sky with the firelight had now been compressed to less than half the sky.

Fan Lao's astonished voice could even be heard faintly.

"Damn it! How can you possibly be a nine-star Battle Emperor? There can't be an expert like you on the Northwest Continent!"

"Sir, I admit defeat in this matter. What will it take for you to let this go?"

"Let it go? Take one strike from me first!"

Ye Lin snorted coldly, mobilizing his Dou Qi and flames to seal off the entire space.

"Flame Burning Palm!"

With an angry roar from Ye Lin, a sea of fire slowly emerged in the sky above his head.

A scorching aura instantly filled the entire battlefield.

The flames then condensed into a palm several zhang wide, rapidly suppressing Fan Lao.

Fan Lao's gaze turned sinister. His blood-red robes crackled in the heatwave, and his eyes were filled with bloodlust.

"Since you insist on going this far, then let our strength decide the outcome!"

"Blood Transformation!"

A faint blood-colored membrane extended from his body, immediately blocking out the scorching heat around him.

But it was not over yet!

"Great Blood Bodhi Devour!"

Fan Lao uttered a soft cry, and the blood mist behind him began to spin wildly, eventually becoming a blood-red tornado.

He then drew out the Blood Fiend Treasure Spear. Empowered by the blood tornado, he hurled it at the massive flaming palm.

The shockwaves stirred up by the energy collision spread continuously outward, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

Threatened by those shockwaves, Ye Yan frantically retreated.

Even from such a great distance, the aftermath of a Battle Emperor-level battle could still easily injure him.

Before long, the sounds of battle rang out again from within the dust, along with Fan Lao's pleas for mercy.

The absolute gap in strength, coupled with the excessively sinister nature of his cultivation technique, meant that even though it was not a Heavenly Flame, it still possessed enormous restraining power.

Under such circumstances, what use could a single Blood Transformation possibly have?

"Sir, I was rash with my words earlier. If you need compensation, my Blood Sect can provide it."

"I want your life."

Ye Lin spoke coldly as the Beast Fire in his hand continuously wound around Fan Lao.

Having only just arrived in the Black Corner Region, they had originally intended to find a few people to help gather information.

Fan Lao had happened to fall into their hands, so they had naturally considered subduing him.

Yet the moment Ye Lin laid eyes on him, he knew this man absolutely could not be spared.

Vicious and ruthless!

Given the chance, this man would only strike at them from the shadows.

And Ye Yan's strength was still too low. They absolutely could not take such a risk.

He even had to seize this chance to kill him here!

At that moment.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The Blood Sect members who had arrived late looked through the dust filling the air and saw that Fan Lao had fallen into a disadvantage, even facing danger at any moment!

"Not good! The Sect Master is in danger! Hurry and help him!"

An elder deeply trusted by Fan Lao urged the people beside him.

"Elder, this is a Battle Emperor-level fight. Wouldn't going up there just be sending ourselves to our deaths?"

Dissatisfaction flashed through one man's eyes.

They argued and complained endlessly, yet not a single one dared to make a move.

Some even spotted Ye Yan on the other side, but they did not dare set their sights on him.

After all, Fan Lao was very likely to lose now. Going after someone from the enemy's side would simply be courting death!

Fan Lao was sent flying once more by a palm strike from Ye Lin.

The Blood Sect elders who had been watching from the sidelines had already begun to entertain thoughts of retreat.

Just as they were about to discuss it, they discovered that one person had already sped toward Black Seal City.

"Damn it, that man wants to keep the Black Fire Sect's reserves all to himself."

The others came to their senses. No longer bothering to watch Fan Lao, they turned and fled.

Expecting Blood Sect members to sacrifice themselves for their Sect Master or fight through fire and water for their sect was nothing more than a fool's dream!

"A bunch of ungrateful curs."

Fan Lao climbed up from the ground once again and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Worry about yourself first!"

Ye Lin dove straight down. The boundless flames behind him transformed into long flaming serpents that streaked across the sky, dispersing Fan Lao's blood mist.

In the end, the flaming serpents tightly coiled around Fan Lao.

Moments later, the flaming serpents turned into fire and completely engulfed Fan Lao.

As a foul stench and bloody odor spread, Fan Lao's body gradually turned to ash within the flames.

Seeing that the outcome had been decided, Ye Yan also hurried toward Ye Lin.

At that moment, Ye Yan felt fortunate that Ye Zhong had taken him in, and that his talent was enough to make him worthy of the Ye Family's vigorous support.

Otherwise, he would probably have been stifled to death by frustration.

"Come on, let's claim the spoils!"

Ye Lin grabbed Ye Yan by the shoulder. With a flap of the Dou Qi wings on his back, he chased toward Black Seal City.

Ye Yan nodded and skillfully used the Thousand Illusion Bead to alter his appearance!

Ye Lin was incredibly fast. He turned into a black shadow, and as his speed continued to rise, a sonic boom rang through the air.

Some time after the two had left.

Sensing that the battle was over, the Griffin that had carried Ye Yan and Ye Lin over flew over unsteadily.

Yet after not seeing them for half a day and being unable to keep up with Ye Lin's speed, it anxiously circled around in place!

Half an hour later.

In the mountain range where the Blood Sect was located, everyone who could leave had already fled.

Those left behind were at least Da Dou Shi-level experts.

Some were tied to the ground, while others knelt on the ground.

Meanwhile, Ye Yan happily looked at the Storage Ring in his hand.

From the Blood Sect alone, he had obtained nearly ten million gold coins this time, along with countless low- and mid-grade medicinal herbs, including quite a few Evergreen Flowers and Green Wood Vines!

There were even more than ten plants of

After buying plenty of alchemy ingredients in Sacred Pill City and becoming poor, Ye Yan had become rich again overnight.

As for the Dou Techniques Fan Lao had cultivated, such as Great Blood Bodhi Devour, Bone Melting Blood Evil Palm, and Blood Palm, he had obtained almost all of them as well.

They were useless to him, though, so he could only keep them stored away!

Ye Lin held the Blood Fiend Treasure Spear in his hand.

This thing was useless to him as well. Later, he could toss it into an auction house in the Black Corner Region.

"Let me go, you traitors!"

At that moment, a noisy commotion came from the distance.

Turning to look, they saw that two Blood Sect elders who had come to watch the battle earlier were dragging over a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth!

"Battle Emperor, we have captured Fan Lao's old bastard of a son."

"Fortunately, the two of us acted quickly. Otherwise, he would have escaped, leaving behind endless future trouble!"

The two were quick-witted, their faces full of eagerness to claim credit.

The two who had traveled with them earlier had lost their lives precisely because they had not known their limits.

"What's your name?"

Ye Lin's occupational habit flared up, and he was about to question him carefully. But then he remembered that this was the Northwest Continent, and that the youth before him was an enemy's son.

He no longer felt like saying anything.

At that moment, Ye Yan took the Blood Fiend Treasure Spear from Ye Lin's hand.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, then—"

Fan Ling's gaze tightened. Before he could even finish trying to bolster his courage, the Blood Fiend Treasure Spear, stained by his father with countless lives, pierced straight through his heart.

Blood gushed out, soaking the blood-red tassel on the Blood Fiend Treasure Spear before dripping down drop by drop.

The two elders were shocked, cold sweat pouring down their backs. This boy of only twelve or thirteen was far too decisive in killing; he did not even ask a single question.

Brutal.

Of course, as Dou Wangs, what they feared most was still the Battle Emperor expert beside Ye Yan.

Thud!

The two elders' faces went completely pale. Their lives were in the hands of these two.