"Three Seventh-Grade-no, Ninth-Grade Heavenly Venerables. Is this what gives your Fire Clan the confidence to take my life?"
Lin Heng glanced at Yan Lang and the other two, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Though Lin Heng was only at the Seventh-Grade Heavenly Venerable Realm, Yan Lang had no answer to being treated with such contempt.
Yan Lie's fate was plain to see. Though he too was a Ninth-Grade Heavenly Venerable, in Lin Heng's hands, he had been like a child facing a giant.
Even with three Ninth-Grade Heavenly Venerables on Yan Lang's side now, in Lin Heng's eyes, they were merely three children.
"Lin Heng, I don't know why there's such a vast difference between your cultivation and your combat strength. If you were given time to keep growing, perhaps you would become the next Ao Zhantian."
"But you don't understand that a blade too sharp is bound to invite disaster. My Fire Clan will never give you time to continue growing."
As Yan Lang spoke, he turned his right hand over, and a small, fiery-colored flag appeared in it.
The moment he took out the flag, Yan Lang tossed it into the air without the slightest hesitation.
The small flag emitted a fiery glow in midair, and then the light scattered in all directions.
The next second, fiery walls rose from the ground a thousand meters around Lin Heng and the others, trapping them inside in an instant.
After trapping Lin Heng and Sun Yuan, Yan Lang sneered at Lin Heng.
"You really are clever! But I have to say, you're far too confident."
"You knew my Fire Clan had set a trap here, yet you dared to come with only one person!"
"Lin Heng, you brought this death upon yourself, so you can't blame anyone else."