Xiao Yao let the powerful Dou Emperor aura press down on him, then stuck a thumb into his nostril, flicked it lightly, and sneered, "I remember Master saying that his unfilial disciple had decent cultivation talent. Why do I feel like Master exaggerated the truth? With such a pathetic aura, you should stop showing it off and embarrassing yourself."
"Junior Brother, you truly have some skill. No wonder that old fellow accepted you as his student. After all, the fact that he could continue taking disciples after what happened proves that your talent is quite exceptional. What a pity—you will not be escaping today."
Han Feng chuckled sinisterly as the immense Dou Qi within his body surged. Deep-blue flames erupted from his palm and soared into the sky, resembling a curtain of water hanging down from the heavens. Their momentum was immense, and the sight was truly spectacular.
Xiao Yao looked at the deep-blue flames and said calmly, "If this is what you are relying on, then you are looking down on your junior brother too much."
Seeing that Xiao Yao made no preparations at all, Han Feng smiled softly. "Junior Brother, do you see this? This is the Sea Heart Flame, ranked fifteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. You should let that old man come out and help you, lest you die here."
Xiao Yao shook his head helplessly and said indifferently, "Dealing with you does not require Master to act."
The corners of Xiao Yao's lips lifted. Space behind him split open with a crack, and he took a step back before vanishing from where he stood.
Han Feng's expression tightened when he saw this, and he cried out in alarm, "A spatial rift—a technique only a Dou Zong can perform. Could it be that you are a