Qing Lin left with the people from the Heavenly Snake Mansion, and Sun Buxiao found himself with free time again.
As it turned out, not every country was as hopeless as the Chu Yun Empire, but resistance to unifying the Black-Corner Region was gradually growing.
Still, it was only growing.
For Sun Dog, the most important thing now was to hurry up and break through to Dou Zong, preparing himself for the coming members of the Hall of Souls.
Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically-that was the most basic common sense. The Hall of Souls and the Hun Clan were nothing like the brainless, useless Gu Clan. Hun Tiandi's sheer bullheaded determination to become an emperor alone warranted at least a little respect from Sun Dog.
There were, however, a few little interludes along the way.
"Why did you think of coming to me to deal with that Heavenly Flame of yours?"
"Surely you haven't reached the point where you can't even suppress a single Heavenly Flame?"
Sun Buxiao gave old geezer Su Qian, who had come looking for him, a strange look.
Their relationship had changed considerably since their first meeting several years ago, increasingly approaching that of partners on equal footing.
"It's mostly a lack of experience... Besides, you have a Heavenly Flame, and you're strong. Suppressing it would be much easier for you than for me."
Su Qian smiled helplessly.
Sun Buxiao's possession of the Netherworld Poison Flame was public knowledge. Only someone with the Woeful Poison Body could play around with the Netherworld Poison Flame like that. Anyone else who toyed with this Heavenly Flame... was essentially courting death.
Regardless, the Netherworld Poison Flame was still a Heavenly Flame.
"The Fallen Heart Flame was already becoming rather difficult to suppress. A while ago,