Han Feng had completely lost the ease and calmness he had displayed at the beginning. His face was filled with helpless resignation.
If their strengths had been equal, or even if his opponent had been somewhat stronger, Han Feng would not have acted like this. He would have done everything in his power to preserve his own life.
But the one before him could not be described by a mere gap in strength.
One was a Dou Huang; the other was guaranteed to be at the Ruler Realm. The difference between them was an entire Great Thousand World.
Even if Xiao Yan's current strength was limited by the upper limit of the Dou Qi Continent and he was only at the Dou Emperor Realm, that was not something a minor nobody like Han Feng could compare to.
Other than accepting his fate, he seemed to have no choice; no, he truly had no choice.
Bang.
Xiao Yan merely waved his hand casually. A wisp of incomparably scorching flame shot forth like a spirit serpent and instantly coiled around Han Feng's body. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to ignite, sending out waves of distorted heat.
Fear flashed through Han Feng's eyes. Although he had accepted his fate, he still feared death. He opened his mouth, yet could not even let out a single wail. He did not have time for any reaction before that wisp of flame hungrily devoured everything he was.
In an instant, Han Feng's body turned transparent within the flames. His clothes, hair, flesh, and bones were all reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Xiao Yan simply stood where he was, his gaze cold as ice, as though he had merely done something utterly insignificant.
An invisible pressure surrounded him, inspiring awe and making others afraid