Su Zhao seemed to have anticipated his reaction long ago. He slowly raised his right hand and lightly pinched his fingers together. A wisp of green flame rose from his fingertips, and the instant it appeared, the surrounding air twisted violently while the stone slabs beneath them were scorched faintly red.
Yuan Yi's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and the words at his lips caught hard in his throat.
A Heavenly Flame—it was a Heavenly Flame!
This youth, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, actually possessed a Heavenly Flame!
Yet that was not the end of it.
Behind Su Zhao, Hai Bo Dong and Su You stepped forward half a pace, releasing the pressure of Dou Emperors.
At the same time, the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King slowly rose to its feet. Its crimson-gold beastly eyes looked down upon Yuan Yi from above, and the ferocious aura of a sixth-tier magical beast spread out without restraint.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Yuan Yi's back.
No. If he refused, he would definitely be killed on the spot!
But he could not bear to part with it—could not bear to part with the painstaking work of more than twenty years, nor with his position as the ruler of Black Mark City.
He was unwilling. That unwillingness gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
Su Zhao's voice sounded again. "Sect Master Yuan, before answering, you should consider the consequences carefully."
Yuan Yi raised his head and met Su Zhao's calm gaze. There was no threat in those eyes, no anger, not even anything beyond a hint of amusement. Yet it was precisely that calmness that chilled him more deeply than any threat could have. This man truly did not care whether he resisted. In Su Zhao's eyes, he seemed to be