As his words fell, the entire space stiffened slightly. The purple-gray flames between heaven and earth grew more active, and everyone suddenly sensed a terrifying aura.
It was the fearsome aura that only a Dou Sheng expert could possess. Although it fell short of a Dou Sheng expert at his peak, it was still immensely powerful.
"Is this Netherworld Poison Saint dead or not?"
Xiao Yan's expression changed slightly as he sensed that aura. Before long, however, he saw the purple-gray flames surge through the nearby space, gathering into a humanoid figure of fire in midair.
The flaming figure's features were indistinct, but his outline and bearing suggested a dignified, imposing middle-aged man.
"Little fellow, if you absorb all these Heavenly Flames, you'll stir up a hornet's nest," the flaming figure said mildly. Yet the moment his gaze settled on Xiao Yan, the flames on his body suddenly flickered.
"You seem to possess an extremely powerful Heavenly Flame?"
At this, the flaming figure's voice seemed to grow more excited.
This fellow seemed to have some special interest in Heavenly Flames.
Wariness brewed in Xiao Yan's eyes. He cupped his hands and bowed slightly to the flaming figure, asking respectfully, "Might you be Senior Netherworld Poison Saint?"
The flaming figure stirred slightly, a faint trace of excitement still lingering in his voice as he addressed Xiao Yan.
"Indeed. Young friend, might I take a look at the Heavenly Flame you possess?"
Why is this old fellow so interested in my Heavenly Flame? Xiao Yan's gaze flickered, but in the end, he revealed a brilliant seven-colored flame at his fingertip.
His Heavenly Flame had long since become one with him. Even if someone killed him, Xiao Yan could make it self-destruct before he died. Besides, a fallen Dou Sheng might not be