: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Now that the oriole is gazing
triumphantly at its prey, it's time for Xiao Yan, the hunter, to strike. Just as Fan Ling was laughing wildly, a suction force suddenly appeared from nowhere, and the silver scroll flew out in an instant, finally being casually caught by a slender hand.
"Haha, thank you, Young Sect Master Fan Ling, for your hard work, but it would be better if I could help keep this thing."
A man in a black robe mysteriously appeared on a tree trunk. In his palm, the silver scroll of Earth-level fighting skills, reflecting a faint luster under the sunlight, was in his hand.
Everything happened in a flash, and the wild laughter on Fan Ling's face had not even faded.
"Who are you?"
Looking at this sudden uninvited guest, Fan Ling's face changed, but he did not panic.
"Hmph! I don't care who you are. Hand over the scroll and I'll leave you with your whole body!"
Seeing that the opponent was only a Grand Master, Fan Ling's initial panic instantly turned into a thick murderous intent.
Xiao Yan naturally ignored this man's impotent rage and shrugged, then put the item into his storage ring right in front of him.
This scene instantly infuriated Fan Ling, and the dozen or so remaining Blood Guards rushed forward, eager to tear Xiao Yan into pieces!
"Teacher..."
The Blood Clan's members were quite powerful. To achieve a quick victory, Xiao Yan immediately prepared to borrow Yao Lao's Bone Spirit Cold Fire...
"Little one, make this quick!"
Yao Lao's voice echoed in Xiao Yan's heart.
Then, a pale flame instantly surged from his body, enveloping the Blood Guards without them even reacting.
As Fan Ling watched in horror, the Blood Guards caught in the flames were instantly covered in a layer of icy white ice. In the blink of an eye, only lifelike ice sculptures remained!
"This… this…!"
Fan Ling was nearly stunned by the scene before him!
It was like thinking he was just standing in front of a small, calico cat, and just as he was about to pet it, it suddenly transformed into a ferocious tiger…
"Run!"
For a split second, that was the only thought in Fan Ling's mind.
But…
"Ridiculous! Do you think you still have a chance?"
With a sneer, Xiao Yan raised his hand and unleashed a stream of Dou Qi, striking Fan Ling from behind.
"Damn it!"
Feeling the cold energy rapidly approaching from behind, Fan Ling had no choice but to turn and resist.
"You forced me to do this!"
With a desperate roar, blood rapidly surged from Fan Ling's palms, the last traces seeping into his palms…
In the blink of an eye, a pair of bloody palms, identical to the ones Fan Lao had used to kill Elder Qing of the Sky Snake Palace, appeared on his arms.
Bone-Eroding Blood Palm!
This was Fan Lao's masterful, high-level Xuan-level fighting technique, and within the entire Blood Clan, only Fan Lao and his son were qualified to practice it.
However, the Blood Clan's techniques were inherently restrained by strange fire, and Xiao Yan, at this point, was no mere Grand Master!
Bang!
The bloody palm and the Dou Qi strand collided, the chilling Bone Spirit Fire causing Fan Ling to scream.
However, driven back by the Dou Qi strand, Fan Ling dared not even dare to fight back and simply turned and ran.
"Ha, you're quite clever!"
Xiao Yan sneered, then raised his right hand, and a white flaming arrow formed from ice crystals took shape in his hand.
The fleeing Fan Ling felt a sharp, piercing pain in his chest. He slowly lowered his head, only to see a white shadow pierce through his back...
His steps stopped beside Fan Ling's corpse. Xiao Yan's gaze swept over the corpse without wavering, then he bent down to reach for the storage ring on the man's hand.
At this critical moment, his body suddenly froze, and a grayish-white mist emanated from Xiao Yan, transforming into the form of Yao Lao.
"Teacher?" Xiao Yan looked at his teacher in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly appeared.
Yao Lao's expression was filled with fury, and even his entire soul was faintly trembling...
"Beast! How dare you appear before me..."
Yao Lao's suppressed voice rang out, his gaze fixed on a patch of air in mid-air.
"What...?!"
Xiao Yan was shocked, and his entire body was on guard.
At this moment, the previously empty space that Yao Lao's gaze had fixed on suddenly trembled, and a figure slowly emerged.
"Hehe... You old, immortal creature, why don't I dare to appear here?"
A harsh voice, like a vulture, rang out, and then the usually elegant and graceful Medicine Emperor Han Feng appeared before Xiao Yan and his disciple.
In the distance, Mo Tang couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly at the figure in the sky.
"Hey! It seems Han Feng is still very wary of Yao Lao. He's been hiding nearby for so long before emerging. I guess he's trying to determine Yao Lao's current condition..."
With the minimap, even Medicine King Han Feng couldn't escape detection. Mo Tang had already spotted him the moment he arrived on the battlefield.
However, Han Feng was still filled with fear and trepidation for his teacher!
As Yao Lao's former disciple, he knew only too well the influence he once held on the continent.
Even though Yao Lao had vanished from the continent countless years ago, the continent's true peak masters still remembered the once-dominant "Medicine Venerable" with deep memories!
Han Feng had no doubt that if word got out that Yao Lao was still alive, countless peak masters would be drawn to him.
And then, wouldn't he, the disciple who murdered his master, be utterly crushed to dust?
The more he thought about it, the more horrifying his expression grew.
He had anticipated this outcome the moment Mo Tang first described the cold, white fire.
However, Han Feng at that time still had a lucky chance, thinking that he was just that lucky kid who got the Bone Spirit Cold Fire by chance...
But the moment he felt the soul power of Yao Lao before, he was very sure that this was his former teacher...
the teacher he had killed with his own hands!
On his face, a cold murderous intent surged. Han Feng suddenly raised his head, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, and said in a hoarse voice: "Old immortal, you are really lucky! But, if I can kill you the first time, then I can kill you the second time! What's the use of you being alive now? A poor wretch with only a soul left, how much strength can he exert?
Hehehe, is this little thing the disciple you are looking for here? Don't worry, today, I will let you two walk the Yellow Spring Road together!"
(End of this chapter)