Just as Ling Zhuo was about to take control of Yao Qingyu, a thunderous sonic boom suddenly exploded across the sky. A streak of light wreathed in purple-red Heavenly Flames tore through the clouds, and towering purple-red fireclouds came crashing down from above. Scorching waves of flame fell like meteors striking the earth, erupting with incomparably searing energy.
The figure within those flames was now unleashing power that had reached the Dou Zun realm. Dressed in black, he stared fixedly at Ling Zhuo.
Everyone focused intently on the newcomer. Once Ling Zhuo saw the figure clearly, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Xiao Yan?!"
When Wei Jiangyuan saw Xiao Yan arrive, some of the anxiety in his heart finally eased. He sighed, "This guy has even better timing than I do."
Xiao Yan did not slow down in the slightest. Seeing the scene before him, he knew that Yao Qingyu's identity had definitely been exposed and that her injuries were not light.
Rage flooded his chest. Even when Ling Zhuo had injured him, he had never felt such fury. Yao Qingyu was Yao Lao's only daughter. If anything truly happened to her at the Pill Convention, Xiao Yan did not even know how he could face the resurrected Yao Lao in the future.
Xiao Yan's eyes brimmed with cold killing intent. "Touch Junior Sister Qingyu, and die!"
Ling Zhuo was also somewhat caught off guard. Everything he had done had truly been meant only to lure Xiao Yan out, then gather everyone's strength to kill him together. Though the process had been troublesome, Xiao Yan had indeed appeared in the end. Yet now, Ling Luo and Ling Yu, the only ones beside him who could have helped, had nearly been exhausted by Wei Jiangyuan alone. As for Mu Gu, he