I Am the Flame Emperor, Here to Suppress All Enemies in the World!

Seeing that no one responded to his invitation, Xiao Yan immediately grinned. He pressed his palms together and raised them upward, and scorching firelight surged from his palms.

If they wouldn't come out, then they could stay hidden forever!

The next instant, crimson cracks spread outward from Xiao Yan's palms, and visible distortions filled the air.

The earth shattered apart and was all melted into nothingness. Scorching heat and terrifying suction tore at space as ripples of flame rapidly spread, as though they intended to grind all those hidden in the shadows into dust.

Boom!

Just as Xiao Yan made his move, the enemies apparently could no longer restrain themselves. One strange phenomenon after another descended alongside violent attacks, all charging toward Xiao Yan.

High in the sky, pitch-black clouds that blotted out the heavens had appeared at some point. Piercing shrieks tore at the ears, while hoarse crow cries seemed capable of ripping apart one's mind. The entire mass of dark clouds pressed downward, as if it wished to swallow Xiao Yan whole.

Holy Spirit Cult worshipper, Rank 94 Title Douluo, martial soul Dark Crow, Wuyun!

As Wuyun blocked out the sky, blue-black and purple-black lightning dragons flickered within the clouds. Countless tiny lightning snakes wove themselves into a heavenly net. Lightning filled the world, making even breathing feel numb. Though lightning should have been majestic and righteous, this lightning felt especially sinister and vicious.

Third Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Rank 92 Title Douluo, ninth-grade soul engineer, Nether Lightning!

Below, a giant green hand reached for Xiao Yan. Nine soul rings pulsed around an ugly monster covered in green, over thirty meters tall and thick as a mountain. Cracks covered its body, while poisonous mist mixed with a foul stench continually leaked from it.

Chains condensed from ghastly white bones coiled around the dark-green hand, exuding a pressure that seemed to seize one's soul. Though it appeared slow, it reached Xiao Yan in an instant.

One of the Holy Spirit Cult's Eight Great Elders, Rank 91 Title Douluo, Abomination!

From the side, an ink-black banner fluttered in the wind. Countless undead souls clamored, struggled, and screamed. Beast souls and human souls alike surged toward Xiao Yan like moths charging into flames, like waves crashing against cliffs.

Even though a single spark would reduce them to ashes, that tidal wave of undead souls did not pause in the slightest.

Nine soul rings pulsed in succession. As the enormous Myriad Souls Banner danced, its aura intertwined with those of the others. Within that ocean of resentful souls, several especially powerful purple-black soul shadows appeared, their might growing ever stronger!

One of the Holy Spirit Cult's Eight Great Elders, Rank 91 Title Douluo, Myriad Souls!

Under the combined assault of those four, dark spatial rifts appeared behind Xiao Yan and beneath the remaining intact ground where Ye Guyi stood.

Black mist billowed out, and two nearly identical, incomparably sharp slashes came crashing down from above!

If this strike landed on a small mountain, it would split it in two!

Fourth Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Rank 93 Title Douluo, Netherworld!

After enduring in silence for so long, the five of them suddenly unleashed thunderous attacks!

Attacks from above, below, left, right, from every direction and dimension, descended upon Xiao Yan at once—mental attacks, physical attacks, elemental attacks, one after another!

There were even attacks aimed at what he had no choice but to protect!

"Abomination, Nether Lightning, Netherworld, Myriad Souls, Dark Crow."

As though he had not seen those attacks at all, Xiao Yan grinned and slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into the tiny Dharma Body within his Sea of Wheels, drawing upon the restless power inside it.

The six fire-cloud markings on the fire wheel behind him split into six soul rings that radiated brilliant light before transforming into countless sparks and flowing into his body through his chest.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils had already turned crimson-gold.

Under the sweep of his Fiery Golden Eyes, every flaw was laid bare!

A giant hand formed of flames casually swept sideways, as if swatting a fly. Netherworld Douluo, who had emerged from his Netherworld space and stabbed toward Xiao Yan, was instantly dumbfounded.

He felt a deadly threat!

Xiao Yan's movement was too fast. It seemed slow, yet it had already whipped across his face in an instant!

In his panic, all nine soul rings lit up in succession. Netherworld Douluo activated the accompanying space of his martial soul and hid inside it. The souls of powerful beings sealed within his sword were instantly sacrificed, layers upon layers of space overlapping as he hid in the deepest layer. Only then did he relax slightly.

Yet before he could even catch his breath, dazzling firelight suddenly illuminated the pitch-black Netherworld space.

"What?!"

Bang!!!

Xiao Yan's gaze pierced through layer after layer of space and landed on Netherworld Douluo. The corner of his lips lifted slightly.

One slap burned through every layer of space, incinerating both him and his alternate space!

"Trying to run? Why didn't you run earlier?"

In the blink of an eye, a Rank 93 Title Douluo Evil Soul Master had died on the spot!

Below, the slash from Netherworld Douluo's phantom, condensed through a soul skill, had only just reached Ye Guyi.

Xiao Yan turned his head and blinked. He had not expected it to be a detached soul skill.

But it did not matter.

Whoosh—

Before the sharp gray-mist-covered slash could strike Ye Guyi's crown, the ring of fire Xiao Yan had drawn before her suddenly lit up.

The next moment, the slash was like butter thrown onto a branding iron, completely incinerated by the supremely yang and rigid flames.

"!!!" ×5

Including Ye Guyi, the four remaining Title Douluo present were all stunned.

In less than a breath, a Title Douluo-level Evil Soul Master had actually died?!

The one who reacted most strongly was Abomination Douluo, who had relied on his powerful body to charge directly at Xiao Yan.

Everyone else had attacked from afar, but he had charged straight at Xiao Yan in his martial soul true body.

But by the time he wanted to retreat, it was already too late!

Xiao Yan slightly raised his left palm. Strands of firelight gathered in his hand. After considering it, he ultimately condensed them into the shape of a lotus, the form he found most familiar.

The balance between the various flames he had collected in this world and the Samadhi True Fire and Myriad Beast Spirit Flame was deliberately broken by Xiao Yan.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color!

A fire lotus dominated by pure white and crimson, mixed with countless other hues, spun rapidly as it traced a line of flame and shot toward Abomination Douluo.

Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus!!!

Rumble!!!

The instant they came into contact, surging energy shook the entire world!

Flames rolled outward. In a single moment, Abomination Douluo was reduced to ashes, leaving not even bones behind!

As an Evil Soul Master, he was utterly countered by Xiao Yan, whose every ability was upright and righteous, specially made to suppress all demons and monsters.

In another world, with his strength converted accordingly, he might have managed to survive for a while.

But unfortunately, this was the Douluo Continent. Empowered by the laws of heaven and earth, Xiao Yan's flames had already come close to the Dao itself.

Abomination had fallen!

After killing Abomination, Xiao Yan felt his understanding of flames deepen further. He could easily draw upon the fire-element energy from every place where he had left a marker. In an instant, endless streams of fire energy surged toward him.

Abomination's death had occurred in but an instant. High above, Wuyun and Nether Lightning had only just halted their movements. Before they could make another move, Xiao Yan raised his head slightly and revealed a smile that chilled them to the bone.

"Since you came, don't leave. Go down and keep them company."

The Sea of Bitterness shone with boundless light. Xiao Yan crazily absorbed the gathering fire energy, his understanding and control of flame rising without end.

The time he could remain in this place was rapidly decreasing, but he was gradually taking temporary control of the Douluo Continent's Origin of Fire.

Once heaven and earth's empowerment reached a certain threshold, Xiao Yan sensed the unimaginably vast power within him and smiled even more broadly. This power did not seem to have originally belonged to him, yet at this moment, it belonged only to him.

He tilted his head back slightly and transformed into a streak of fire, vanishing from where he stood.

Above, black clouds churned as thunder roared and lightning flashed, blocking out the original light.

Yet suddenly, blazing radiance tore apart the darkness. At the end of heaven and earth, five enormous suns slowly descended.

Countless people raised their heads, staring in disbelief at the phenomenon in the sky.

The suns slowly sank, revealing what lay behind them. Those were not suns at all—they were a giant hand large enough to cover the heavens!!!

Wuyun, Myriad Souls, Nether Lightning: "..."

Zhongli Wu: "Fuck your mother!!!" ×3

Wuyun's eyes nearly split apart as he fled with all his strength, yet he could not escape that heaven-covering hand.

Like darkness before the rising sun, he vanished in an instant.

The giant hand covering the sky slowly dissipated, as though everything just now had merely been an illusion.

Yet all the Evil Soul Masters within several hundred miles had disappeared, leaving behind only wisps of ash.

Feeling his combat strength continuing to rise, Xiao Yan shook his head. Though it was an illusion caused by power that had suddenly surged, he truly felt as though there was nothing he could not do.

He seemed to be the embodiment of this world's path of fire.

He represented the ultimate authority over the path of fire, as if he had become part of the world itself.

The title Flame Emperor had finally become a reality.

Feeling the surging power within him, Xiao Yan roughly understood the full course of events.

The will of the world had placed all its bets on him. Thinking about it, based on the timeline, the world's will would be completely replaced before long.

It seemed a certain Tang God King had placed quite a bit of pressure on the world's will.

Ever since arriving in this world and awakening his martial soul, he had been able to sense heaven and earth favoring him, with the world accommodating him at every turn.

When he needed an understanding of the path of fire, the world fully unfolded that path before him. Now, it even allowed him to temporarily replace the Origin of Fire with his own understanding of flame—to embody the heart of heaven with his own heart, to replace heaven's heart with his own!

After he continually slaughtered Evil Soul Masters, his sense of this process had grown stronger and stronger. It seemed the world's will was assessing whether he could be trusted.

Until just now, it seemed he had faced the world's will directly.

Carefully sensing that mysterious, indescribable feeling from before, Xiao Yan slightly raised his head.

He was [Fire], the Flame Emperor who represented [Fire].

What he had originally lacked was a vast accumulation of energy. Yet now, the Douluo Plane had opened its origin to him. For this trip, Young Master Douluo was footing the entire bill.

It was like activating a trial card for a supreme expert. He could use the origin of heaven and earth to validate his own cultivation and act as he pleased. The benefits to him were unprecedented.

But in exchange, Xiao Yan could clearly feel that the time he could remain in this world had been greatly compressed, and his state of resonance with heaven and earth would last for less than two hours.

But that was enough.

Take someone's money, solve their troubles. With limited time, he naturally had to fulfill his duties as a mercenary and handle the affairs of the plane's will.

Xiao Yan had no time to deal with minor matters. Time was limited, and he had learned the art of sweeping the world clean, not the art of cleaning filth from a single room.

The problems of the Douluo Plane's will were nothing more than two minor ones and one major one.

Evil Soul Masters, soul beasts, and...

Raising his head slightly to look at the heavens, Xiao Yan was eager to try. He was already invincible beneath heaven; all he lacked was an enemy from above.

Turning to look at the completely stunned Ye Guyi, Xiao Yan's lips curved into a smile.

Firelight flowed through his hand, refining in an instant into three crystalline, dazzling fire lotuses. Then, with a casual slash through space, he sent Ye Guyi to where the Flame Alliance was located.

He also flicked a strand of pure power of heaven and earth to Ma Xiaotao.

After settling his personal affairs, Xiao Yan flashed a sunny smile, transformed directly into a second sun, and flew toward Bright City.

The time for playing around was over.

"Everyone from the Holy Spirit Cult, get the hell out here!"

Thunderous sound echoed in everyone's ears. Gazing at the godlike youth in the sky, the citizens of Bright City were all shocked.

"You dared to ambush me, but you don't dare show yourselves?" Xiao Yan snorted. Crimson-gold beams surged from his eyes and slammed into a building below.

Boom!

Nine soul rings flashed as someone attempted to resist, only to be burned into ash in an instant.

With Xiao Yan currently possessing the experience of becoming the concept of the Douluo Continent's path of fire, ordinary Title Douluo were naturally unworthy of challenging him.

"My Holy Spirit Cult has no grievance with Your Excellency. Why must you..."

After Xiao Yan slaughtered more than a hundred of the Holy Spirit Cult's core elites in succession, a woman with nine flashing soul rings flew into the air. At the same time, several ninth-grade soul engineers locked onto Xiao Yan from afar.

Vice Cult Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Rank 95 Super Douluo, Evil Phoenix martial soul, Feng Ling!

"Shh~" Xiao Yan raised an index finger to his lips.

Then he snapped his fingers, reducing the ninth-grade soul engineer who could no longer endure the pressure and launched a soul tool attack at him into ash.

"Hold it in." Xiao Yan pointed at another Holy Spirit Cult stronghold. As he cleaned them out, he cheerfully looked toward Feng Ling.

"You!" Feng Ling's eyes nearly split apart, but she did not dare attack Xiao Yan first. She simply could not comprehend Xiao Yan's current strength. It was as if the entire world stood before her.

"Nothing else. I'm killing you because I despise you." With a light grasp, Xiao Yan pulled Feng Ling before him and spoke softly.

Her mind raced. Sensing that Xiao Yan might be the sort of person who could be morally manipulated, Feng Ling immediately changed her expression and put on an innocent look.

She intended to claim that she had been forced into it and the like.

Xiao Yan merely curled his lip.

Bang!

Flames exploded, and Feng Ling vanished.

"I'm killing you. What does it have to do with you?"

Xiao Yan slowly looked toward Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, who stood facing him from afar, and raised an eyebrow.

"And what are you going to say?"

If he remembered correctly, Scorpion Tiger Douluo had not originally been an Evil Soul Master, but Shrek's Inspection Corps believed that correcting excesses required excesses in return.

When dealing with terrorists like these, being slow to act would not only cost one's own life, but countless others as well.

Without overwhelming strength, one could only rather kill the wrong person than let one go.

Only Mu En, the Master of Sea God's Pavilion, had once spared Zhang Peng twice, but it had not changed the outcome in the end.

The Holy Spirit Cult had gained another worshipper at the Super Douluo level.

"Your Excellency seems to be trying to eliminate what you consider darkness, but you fail to understand that light and darkness depend on one another."

Zhang Peng's voice was strong and vigorous.

"So?"

"Evil Soul Masters can never be completely killed! Why do you insist on targeting us?!" Sensing Xiao Yan's undisguised killing intent, Zhang Peng became enraged.

Boom!

"An Evil Soul Master is an Evil Soul Master. Once an Evil Soul Master, always an Evil Soul Master." Xiao Yan casually patted his hands, brushing away the remaining ash with disdain.

What the hell was he babbling about?

Streaks of fire shot into the sky, uprooting Holy Spirit Cult strongholds one after another.

After exterminating more than half of their elite forces, Xiao Yan slowly turned around.

A massive bone-dragon spirit body circled through the air, and a silver-haired figure stood atop it.

Cult Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Rank 98 Super Douluo, Zhongli Wu!

Facing Xiao Yan from afar, Zhongli Wu's face was ashen. He had not expected things to reach this point!

"There's no need for nonsense." With a flash of firelight, Xiao Yan appeared before Zhongli Wu and swung a slap carrying boundless might.

Bang!!!

"Could we talk this over properly?" An elegant silver-haired old man and a woman wrapped in a red robe stood before Zhongli Wu.

A pitch-black dragon claw tore through space, blocking Xiao Yan's casual strike.

The one who spoke was Ye Xishui, the Death God Douluo, one of the three great Limit Douluo of the present age.

"Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao?" Xiao Yan blinked, then shook his head with a smile.

"I can't be bothered to reason with you. You aren't worthy of hearing it."

Long Xiaoyao's eyes immediately narrowed.

"Do you think you already have us beaten? It remains to be seen who will emerge victorious."

At that, Xiao Yan looked down at the two from above, his smile brilliant.

"I am the Flame Emperor. I shall suppress all enemies in this world."