Just as Su Tian and Xiao Yan were preparing to begin their contest, a chorus of sharp gasps suddenly filled the hall.
"Hiss..."
Having witnessed the horrific fate of those Mo Clan experts, the crowd almost involuntarily turned their terrified gazes toward Xiao Yan's black-robed figure.
Recalling the terrifying bone white flame that had erupted from Xiao Yan's body, they felt their scalps tingle.
They had never imagined that the Black-Robed Man, whose voice sounded so young, could strike with such ruthlessness.
To their eyes, Xiao Yan had merely waved his hand, reducing the Mo Clan experts to black ashes on the floor with just a few wisps of bone white flame.
Such power had undoubtedly struck immense fear into everyone present.
"Is that... a heavenly flame?"
Suddenly, as Ge Ye watched the bone white flame erupting from Xiao Yan, something seemed to occur to him. Shock flooded his face, and he could not help crying out under his breath.
At Ge Ye's words, a hint of solemnity also appeared on Nalan Yanran's lovely face.
She dipped her delicate, fair chin slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Xiao Yan as she spoke softly.
"To think this man is so powerful. It seems he has been deliberately concealing his aura all along. Just how did the Mo Clan provoke an expert like him?"
"Are you truly courting death?"
The Bone Spirit Cold Flame that Xiao Yan had abruptly unleashed clearly made Mo Cheng's heart sink. A powerful unease gradually coiled within him, and he shouted.
"As far as I know, the Mo Clan has never offended you. We have even treated you with every courtesy, so why are you causing us such trouble? Besides, you know that the power backing our clan is..."
"Heh, you old bastard, you mean the Misty