After hearing Xiao Yan's words, terror once again surfaced on Liao Du's already fearful face.
"Y-you... how did you know this was the Netherworld Poison Flame?"
"Because..."
"It's described in the Heavenly Flame Ranking."
A seven-colored flame blazed to life on Xiao Yan's fingertip, giving off a heart-shaking heat.
"Are Heavenly Flames really that rare?"
The disdain in his voice reached Liao Du's ears, making his expression shift again. By now, however, he had no more terror left to show.
"I'll give you one chance. Tell me what you know about the Netherworld Poison Flame, and I can spare your life."
Xiao Yan's indifferent voice drifted into Liao Du's ears.
"I... I don't know anything." An innocent look appeared on Liao Du's face.
"This crystal was just something I happened to pick up."
Seeing that expression, even Xiao Yan felt a little admiration for the man's nerve. Even now, he still dared to gamble with his own life.
He casually pulled the Storage Ring from Liao Du's finger into his hand, then used his immense soul power to brutally shatter the soul imprint within it.
Once his soul imprint was erased, Liao Du's face turned pale.
Xiao Yan gave the Storage Ring a gentle shake, and over a hundred Poison Fire Crystals piled up on the ground like a small mountain.
"So this is what you meant by happening to pick up just one?"
Watching Liao Du's expression grow even more despairing, Xiao Yan finally showed a trace of impatience.
"If you still refuse to tell the truth, don't blame me for resorting to torture."
"I wonder if you know what it feels like to have your soul burned by Heavenly Flames, or to have it forcibly searched."
Xiao Yan's words made Liao Du feel as though he had been