In the courtyard, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing Ghost Leopard Douluo's figure. Yet this Spirit Hall elder, who usually stood high above others, now looked utterly wretched.
His face was deathly pale, and traces of blood lingered at the corners of his mouth. He stared at the Black-Robed Youth hovering in midair, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. His eyelids twitched as he blustered, "Xiao Yan, if you kill me, His Holiness the Pope will never spare you or anyone from your Jia Nan Academy."
At those words, a mocking smile curled Xiao Yan's lips. He shook his head with a chuckle and flicked his fingers, bringing a Purple-Black Flame into his palm. "When Bibi Dong slaughtered people from our Jia Nan Academy without cause, did she ever think of sparing those students?" he sneered. "So what can she do to me if I kill you?"
With that, Xiao Yan flicked his fingers again. The Purple-Black Flame flew from his hand and landed squarely on Ghost Leopard Douluo.
"Aah!"
The moment the Purple-Black Flame touched Ghost Leopard Douluo's body, he let out a piercing scream. An instant later, his entire body became a blazing human torch. Under that terrifying heat, the grievously wounded Ghost Leopard Douluo did not even have time to release a Soul Skill to resist before he burst into a heap of black ashes.
"What... what a terrifying flame!"
As everyone stared at the black ashes scattered across the ground, silence fell over the courtyard. Yang Wudi looked at Xiao Yan in disbelief, his entire body chilled to the bone. A Titled Douluo had been alive and kicking just moments ago.
Now, he had been reduced to ashes, with not even a scrap of bone remaining.
This boy, barely in his teens, possessed such strength. It