Soul Elder!

Blazing flames roared, unbearably hot.

A wall of fire stood before the Black Knights, surging waves of scorching heat washing over them. Their eyes were filled with incredulous terror.

In a single exchange, more than eighty of the hundred-plus Black Knights had perished in those strange azure flames. Nearly half their men had been lost!

The flames swayed, then seemed to be forced apart by some invisible power. The wall of fire split to either side, revealing a passage wide enough for only one person.

Having changed into a fresh set of clothes, Yang Ming strode out like a monarch of flames, welcomed by the arching fires on both sides, and came to stand before the Black Knights.

In the firelight, a sharply defined face appeared before everyone. Thick brows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, tightly pressed lips—his gaze was like an unsheathed sword, carrying a chilling gleam that made hearts tremble!

At this moment, because he had used Flame Demon Form, Yang Ming's Soul Power was nearly exhausted. Yet he did not show it, his blade-like gaze sweeping across the Black Knights.

"Who exactly are you people?"

The enemies caught in his gaze all shrank back, instinctively taking a step away. None of them dared meet his eyes!

At that moment, an unavoidable question arose in their minds:

"Is this really a child?"

"You won't talk, is that it?" Yang Ming lowered his head and lightly traced the patterns on the Mysterious Sword. "Then, please go die!"

Yang Ming abruptly raised his head. Blood-red light flowed through his pupils as the Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, and the killing intent he had suppressed for so long suddenly erupted.

Fast! Incredibly fast!

Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Yang Ming moved like a nimble leopard. His streamlined body left only a