Huang Xiao had long since sensed Ke Zhenyi and the other two reaching the Minghong Saber.
But at that moment, Huang Xiao could not break away and return.
These people could not kill him in a short time, but he was also unlikely to make it back to the Minghong Saber, because they had blocked his retreat.
"If you don't value your lives, go ahead and try taking it," Huang Xiao said with a cold snort.
"Ke Zhenyi, after you." Bei Chengkuo glanced at Ke Zhenyi and smiled.
Ke Zhenyi examined the Minghong Saber and carefully probed the God-Slaying Flame as well.
"Hmph, do you take me for a fool?" Ke Zhenyi snorted coldly. "This mass of different flame is too bizarre. I wouldn't dare touch it, even with a weapon. What about you, old hag?"
"I'm still waiting for young Huang's answer," Yao Fengrong said mildly.
At those words, Bei Chengkuo and Ke Zhenyi both cursed inwardly.
They understood what Yao Fengrong was thinking. She certainly would not risk taking the saber.
"So we can only take the saber after the different flame here has burned itself out?" Bei Chengkuo asked.
"Not necessarily." Ke Zhenyi smiled. "I think once this mass of different flame has burned down by another half, we should be able to withstand the damage it inflicts."
"That would take quite some time," Bei Chengkuo murmured.
"Quite some time?" Ke Zhenyi scoffed.
"What, do you have a way?" Bei Chengkuo asked.
"Naturally, we find a way to take the saber," Ke Zhenyi said.
"You have a way?" Yao Fengrong asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course," Ke Zhenyi said. "I have some expertise in the forging arts."
"So what?" Bei Chengkuo asked. "Do you know what this different flame is? Do you understand its properties?"
"I've heard a