"Elder Hai, how was that?" Xiao Yan stood in midair with a beaming smile.
A blood-red fire lotus slowly spun in Xiao Yan's right palm. The intense heat it released had begun to distort the surrounding space.
The constantly surging Dou Qi around Xiao Yan and Hai Bodong, along with the endlessly drifting white steam, showed that a fierce battle had taken place here.
Hai Bodong looked at Xiao Yan, who stood in the air with his wings spread, and felt a measure of despair. During their exchange, he had attacked Xiao Yan without pause. At first, he had held back some strength, but later, aside from desperate life-risking moves, he had used everything he had. Yet Xiao Yan had merely kept smiling at him, casually blocking every Dou Technique he unleashed.
Hai Bodong was now certain that the flame in Xiao Yan's hand was another Heavenly Flame. His ice attribute had been utterly useless before its overwhelming heat and had instead been suppressed at every turn. Although that strange, eerie white flame had not appeared, the flame currently in Xiao Yan's hand felt even more powerful.
Moreover, Hai Bodong understood that Xiao Yan had not gone all out. Most of the time, he had merely defended passively.
"The younger generation truly surpasses the old. I concede..." Hai Bodong said helplessly. In three years, Xiao Yan had already reached a level beyond his grasp.
Xiao Yan's terrifying strength had completely stabilized. There was also the even more dangerous young girl at his side, as well as the terrifying blood-red Heavenly Flame he possessed.
All of it left Hai Bodong helpless. Why was heaven so unfair? Why could this brat before him, at such a young age, suppress him so completely?
Xiao Yan did not feel much upon seeing Hai Bodong