Old Man, Are You Otto?

The Primordial Origin Flame erupted, instantly enveloping Xiao Meng. He looked like a fiery god of war, radiating a terrifying aura.

"Th-this flame... How could it be... this terrifying?"

The people around them wore horrified expressions, cold sweat pouring down their bodies. It felt as though they had encountered some primordial beast, and every one of them fell into immense panic.

The two burly men closest to Xiao Meng nearly dropped to their knees. Their faces were pale, their bodies trembled, and they looked utterly terrified.

It was not just the others who were stunned—even Xiao Meng was dumbfounded.

The Primordial Origin Flame had clearly been weak as hell, yet it was now giving off a soul-shaking aura, as if a deity had descended.

"Second Brother, hurry up and put that aura away." Xiao Meng felt the frightened and shocked gazes around him and was instantly speechless. Because the Primordial Origin Flame was too weak, he had feared that bringing it out would fail to earn recognition, so he had wanted it to create a somewhat impressive aura...

But who the hell would have thought that Second Brother would be this awesome and go completely overboard?

"Ah! Second Brother, that intelligence of yours... I really don't know what to say. I only told you to give off a tiny bit of a frightening aura. I didn't tell you to make such a huge spectacle of it." Xiao Meng sighed. Although he liked being the center of attention, he still needed to keep a low profile for now.

At this moment, everyone looked at Xiao Meng with reverence, worship, and shock.

Xiao Meng had just condensed real flame. That meant he was at least a Fourth-Grade Alchemist. And such a young Fourth-Grade Alchemist... perhaps he was the only one in the