"Who lives and who dies isn't for you to decide!"
Watching Hun Yuantian rush toward him, Xiao Yan let out a cold laugh and tightened his grip on Hun Feng's hand. The latter struggled frantically.
"Xiao Yan, our ancestor won't let you off!"
Hun Feng's face had turned purple. He glared at Xiao Yan venomously, and suddenly, his body began to swell violently as the Dou Qi within him erupted into a frenzy.
"Self-destruction..."
At the sight of this, Xiao Yan's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly exerted force with his hand, and with a crack, he directly snapped Hun Feng's neck. Yet even with his neck broken, Hun Feng's body continued swelling rapidly. Finally, with a bang, a heaven-shaking energy storm exploded amid a cloud of blood mist.
The blood mist slowly spread before eventually dissipating. Xiao Yan still hovered in the sky, with vast soul power forming an invisible barrier around him. The impact of Hun Feng's self-destruction had not harmed him in the slightest.
Swoosh!
Xiao Yan's gaze swept around indifferently. Then he abruptly stepped back. The space before him rippled, and an aged figure flashed out. A palm wind thick with the aura of death grazed past Xiao Yan's chest.
Having missed with his strike, Hun Yuantian revealed himself as well. He glanced at the spot where Hun Feng had self-destructed, his wrinkled face slightly darkening. Then he flipped his palm, drawing a soul out of the blood mist and into his sleeve.
"Brat, today, I will tear out your tendons and pull apart your bones!"
After collecting that remnant soul of Hun Feng, Hun Yuantian stared at Xiao Yan grimly. The smile on his face had finally vanished entirely. He had not expected Xiao Yan to be so ruthless, giving him no chance to save anyone