The Number One Art of Ten Thousand Worlds, Even More Shameless Than the Great Art of Self-Manifestation [4]

As soon as he finished speaking, Flame Emperor Xiao Yan suddenly transformed into countless strands of soul power, sweeping toward Xiao Yan like a gale scattering the clouds.

In an instant, Xiao Yan felt his soul come under a powerful, ferocious attack.

The powerful, ferocious attack surged toward him, as though it intended to shatter his soul and take his place.

As this plane's child of destiny, Xiao Yan enjoyed the protection of its plane power.

Thus, Xiao Yan immediately summoned all his soul power, forming wall after wall of soul energy to block Flame Emperor Xiao Yan's repeated soul assaults.

At the same time, he carefully controlled his soul, shaping it into spears and sharp swords to attack the Flame Emperor's soul. His soul power transformed into countless particles, scattering toward Flame Emperor Xiao Yan in the River of Time from every direction.

Flame Emperor Xiao Yan's soul had originally been several times stronger than the present Xiao Yan's. However, after forcibly reversing space and time, crossing the ages, and waiting so long in the River of Time, his soul power had been all but exhausted. Only a tiny wisp remained.

Thus, he struggled to fend off Xiao Yan's soul counterattack. He had to withstand Xiao Yan's soul attacks while also possessing his body, resurrecting himself in the past to undo those irreversible regrets.

Flame Emperor Xiao Yan was determined to succeed.

Yet at that moment, he abruptly discovered that this plane's power of destiny was gathering around Xiao Yan, joining him in striking back at this man from the "future."

"You fucking idiot! Hopelessly stupid, hopelessly stupid!"

After sensing Xiao Yan's determination to fight back even at the cost of his life, Flame Emperor Xiao Yan roared furiously at his stupidity.

"Aah!" Flame Emperor Xiao Yan let out