The dust cleared, and a black-robed figure slowly emerged.
Xiao Yan's face was slightly pale, and charred marks lingered on his palm. Clearly, merging flames for the first time had been an immense trial for him as well.
Yet his gaze remained sharp as a blade, fixed on the figure kneeling amid the rubble.
"Mu Zhan..."
His voice was low, laden with icy killing intent.
"Did you just say you would chop off my hands and feed them to magical beasts?"
Mu Zhan abruptly raised his head and met those eyes, black as an abyss. For a moment, shock and fury mingled within him.
"Bastard! You dare lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am?!"
He roared, fierce in appearance but craven within, while his body slowly retreated beyond his control.
"I am the young master of the Mu Family! Its sole inheritor!"
"If you hurt me, the entire Mu Family will hunt you to the death! There will be nowhere for you to hide in the whole Jia Ma Empire!"
At those words, Xiao Yan paused briefly, seemingly considering them.
Seeing this, Mu Zhan felt somewhat reassured. Believing his threats had worked, he hurriedly continued:
"If you know what's good for you, kneel and kowtow in apology right now, then hand over that bitch Ya Fei. Perhaps I'll spare your life..."
"Noisy."
A cold gleam flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes, and he suddenly lunged!
"Eight Extremes Collapse!"
Qingyun flame coiled around his fist. Several layers of hidden force overlapped, forming a devastating blast of fist energy that thundered toward Mu Zhan's face!
He had already offended the Jia Ma Imperial Family, backed by a peak Dou Emperor, as well as Gu He, a sixth-grade alchemist. He might even offend the Misty Cloud Sect in the future.