Night fell beneath clouds that blotted out the moon, leaving the sky dark and lightless.
At Ailao Mountain, four mountains stood like pillars, sealing off all directions.
At a certain moment, a pair of dragon eyes opened in the void, their gaze falling upon Ailao Mountain.
"Found you."
With his dharma eyes reflecting all, Molten Fire True Lord locked onto Xu Sinian's true body.
"Die!"
His divine ability surged. Without the slightest hesitation, Molten Fire True Lord struck.
At that moment, a dragon claw seemingly forged from molten lava descended from the heavens, directly engulfing all of Ailao Mountain.
Beneath that claw, the earth split and mountains crumbled. Ailao Mountain was buried outright, leaving behind only a scorching sea of magma and flame.
Watching this scene, Molten Fire True Lord's rugged face was filled with icy coldness.
"This is the fate of anyone who dares lay hands on the treasures of my Fire Dragon Grotto."
Listening to the wails of the Iceflame Sect cultivators' remnant souls, Molten Fire True Lord felt quite pleased.
Back then, Xu Sinian had snatched food from a tiger's mouth and taken away the Dao artifact that had just emerged right beneath his nose. Though there had been a reason for it, it had still humiliated him greatly. Now, that humiliation had finally been washed clean with blood.
"I'd like to see what kind of treasure could make the Patriarch care so much."
As the thought arose, the dragon claw reached out and fished a treasure seal from the sea of magma.
Its texture was like jade, crimson-red in color. Bathed in the magma and flames, it was not damaged in the least; instead, its spiritual radiance grew ever more brilliant.
The instant he saw this treasure, his bloodline stirred, and Molten Fire True Lord was