The instant Fan Lao spoke, Xiao Fan and Xiao Yan moved in perfect unison, closing in on him from the front and rear.
Han Feng was farther away. Even with his impressive movement technique, he still failed to reach Fan Lao before they did.
Xiao Fan gripped the Thousand-Flame Spear and pressed its tip straight against Fan Lao's neck. Holding the Xuan Heavy Ruler, Xiao Yan stood beside the massive rock Fan Lao was embedded in, watching Han Feng like a tiger eyeing its prey.
"Hehe, gentlemen, why don't we talk this over?"
Seeing that Fan Lao had already fallen into their hands, Han Feng immediately stopped a short distance away. With a smile, he said calmly, "I am a sixth-tier alchemist. As long as you two agree to release Fan Lao, whatever you ask of me in the future, I will grant it!"
Xiao Fan and Xiao Yan gave Han Feng peculiar looks.
Everyone present was watching to see whether Fan Lao would live or die. Hearing Han Feng's words, the First Elder and the others wore equally strange expressions.
Was being a sixth-tier alchemist really so remarkable?
These two youngsters were both fifth-rank alchemists.
Xiao Fan looked Han Feng up and down, exchanged a glance with Xiao Yan, then asked softly, "Do you mean that?"
"Of course. My word carries weight in the Black-Corner Region. Besides, today's battle is between us and the Inner Academy. You two young fellows seem to be merely students of the Inner Academy. Why risk your lives over this?"
Hearing Han Feng's words, Xiao Fan shook his head and said flatly, "Forget it. I don't believe you're a man who keeps his word."
"Could you two have misunderstood me somehow? Though we're fighting today, everyone in the Black-Corner Region knows my reputation."
Han