At Xiao Fan's actions, dark lines seemed to creep across the foreheads of Su Qian and the others. Only Xiao Yan had expected this. After all this time, he had long since seen through his Senior Brother's true nature.
Back in the Jia Ma Empire, when his Senior Brother had made him carry a Traveling Palace while he drank, ate meat, and slept in atop it, Xiao Yan had already understood.
Watching Xiao Fan, Su Qian and the others wore strangely twisted expressions. They exchanged glances and shook their heads, then flew out to appear behind him, gazing indifferently at the disciples of Demon Flame Valley.
The Gatekeeper Disciples of Demon Flame Valley looked startled at Xiao Fan's sudden appearance. Before they could speak, they heard his greeting, followed by a handprint blotting out the sky and sun as it crashed down from above. The rebukes still caught in their throats instantly turned into shrill, voice-cracking screams.
"E-e-e-e... enemy attack!!!"
As their cries rang out, the Gatekeeper Disciples at Demon Flame Valley's entrance desperately fled beyond the reach of the palm strike.
Fortunately, Xiao Fan's attack had not been intended to kill, and the Gatekeeper Disciples had some strength of their own. Although a few unlucky souls died beneath the palm strike, quite a few escaped, then looked toward Xiao Fan and the others with lingering terror.
When they saw Xiao Fan and the powerful figures behind him, including Su Qian, the Demon Flame Valley disciples' faces filled with horror.
In all these years, when had anyone dared to come and offend Demon Flame Valley?
As Xiao Fan's palm strike landed, its thunderous crash spread outward, alerting the experts stationed within Demon Flame Valley. Moreover, Xiao Fan and the others had appeared openly outside the valley, making no attempt to