"Who are you?" While Yao Ye was puzzling over Xiao Yan's identity, Mo Bass had the same doubts. The Snake-People Tribe and the Jia Ma Empire had gone to war on and off over the past few years. As a commander of the Snake-People Tribe's Eight Great Tribes, he had naturally fought in many of those battles and crossed blades with the Jia Ma Empire's Dou Wang experts. Yet none of them used flames like these.
"The man who'll take your worthless life," Xiao Yan said flatly. Wrapped in Purple-Black Flame, his silhouette looked like an adult's, so no one could have imagined that this blazing figure, who had descended like a savior, was actually a child not yet twelve.
"Arrogant brat!" Mo Bass sneered. In the present-day Jia Ma Empire, he could count the people capable of taking his life on his fingers, and nearly all of them were Dou Emperors. Although he had no idea where this brat had come from, judging by his aura, he could not be much stronger than Mo Bass-he was even somewhat weaker. To dare make such a wild boast, he truly had no idea how high the heavens were or how deep the earth ran.
Xiao Yan said nothing, merely curling a finger at him. This blatant provocation angered the notoriously hot-tempered Snake-People commander. He swung his fist, sending a ferocious blast of force laden with terrifying Dou Qi energy straight toward Xiao Yan. The punch carried such tremendous power that, had it struck Stone Desert City's walls, it could have destroyed the entire wall in one blow.
Faced with this terrifying strike, Xiao Yan showed no intention of dodging. With a beat of his wings, he darted straight toward Mo Bass, smashing through the energy attack with his body alone. His