Chapter 77: Siege on Han Feng

Ten pairs of differently colored battle‑Qi wings tore through the sky; the slow‑witted still watched the spectacle, while the clever ones had already started to run.

"Hurry, this Feng City is about to have a big incident!"

A strong battle‑Qi surge swept over Han Feng's stronghold.

Inside the house, Han Feng's palm trembled, the teacup turned to powder, "Ban Lao, I'm going to handle something, excuse me."

Ban Lao, who had come to ask Han Feng for a pill, paused and said lightly, "No problem, I have nothing to do either; how about I accompany you."

Han Feng nodded; with Ban Lao, a Fighting Emperor, present, dealing with those ruffians became easier.

The two stepped out together, their expressions growing solemn as they watched the glittering battle‑Qi wings outside.

"Ten Fighting Kings, Han Feng, who have you offended?" Ban Lao's face was displeased; fortunately this was Han Feng's home ground, and there was a low‑rank Fighting King in the stronghold who could lend a hand.

Han Feng was a bit bewildered, "Since I arrived in Heijiao Yu, I've always gotten along with people; how could I have provoked such a powerful enemy?"

Ban Lao clenched his teeth, and out of the corner of his eye saw a cold white flame, "Watch out, someone's charging at us!"

Han Feng didn't have time to look closely; he flapped his wings and shot into the sky, but looking back felt like being struck by lightning.

"Bone, bone spirit cold fire! How is this possible!"

Han Feng stared at the man in black robes in disbelief, "Yao, Yao…"

Seeing the stammering Han Feng, Yao Lao‑possessed Xiao Yan's gaze was cold.

"Heavenly Stage fighting technique, ghost possession!"

"Han Feng!"

Yao Lao suddenly spoke, "Today your good days are over; hand over your life to me!"

Han Feng recovered, his face snarling, "Fine, fine, I want to see how much strength this lingering old thing still has!"

"It just so happens I met you today; hand over the Burning Secret!"

Han Feng's face turned manic; Sea Heart Flame erupted fully, his eyes blood‑red, "Old thing, do you see? Without you I still tamed exotic fire and forged the Burning Secret!"

Han Feng's emotions surged; he was eager to prove to Yao Lao that he, Han Feng, was the greatest prodigy!

Yao Lao's gaze was unsettled, his right hand gripping the Mysterious Heavy Ruler trembling, "Wicked disciple, colluding with the Soul Hall, today you will surely die!"

"Flame‑Dividing Wave‑Devouring Ruler!"

……

On the other side, Xiao Li blocked Ban Lao, who was trying to go to aid.

"Sir, please hold back; it's a private grudge, we shouldn't interfere," Xiao Li said lightly, though the threat in his tone was unmistakable.

Ban Lao stared at the blood‑colored thunder on Xiao Li's body, his expression sour, "Blood Thunder Xiao Li…"

Xiao Li raised an eyebrow, "Oh? People from Heijiao Yu gave me such a title?"

Ban Lao gave no reply, only glared at the crowd gathering, muttering under his breath about Han Feng's useless subordinates—over a thousand men, all slain by ten opponents in a short time.

The sole Fighting King was still entangled by the three Yao brothers.

"Xiao Li, I'm not one of Han Feng's people; I'm just a guest here…" Ban Lao's face turned embarrassed; he was only a two‑star Fighting Emperor, how could he match seven mid‑high‑rank Fighting Kings, let alone a peak‑level Fighting King like Xiao Li.

"Sect Master, that should be Ban Lao," Su Mei whispered nearby.

Xiao Li's gaze didn't change, "What old man is he to me? It's safer when he's dead, forward!"

As soon as Xiao Li finished speaking, his Thunder Scale Spear transformed into a raging dragon, the blood‑colored thunder being highly aggressive.

Ban Lao hurriedly blocked, but his body involuntarily stepped back a pace; the strange thunder made him feel the blood‑killing resentment almost infiltrate his mind—Blood Thunder Xiao Li truly had some tricks.

Chen Long and Tie Wu, whose tempers were the fiercest, saw Xiao Li already in action and immediately followed, hurling massive battle‑Qi strikes as if they were free.

The Fu Liu families were not to be outdone; they knew they weren't members of the Thunder Sect, and to obtain the Battle Spirit Pill they would have to exert even greater effort.

Su Mei assisted Xiao Li, while the old Yin Gu Lao was crushing the remaining minnows, carrying out Xiao Li's plan of leaving no one alive.

Members of the Thunder Sect began entering the city; hundreds gathered corpses and pursued remnants. Under the assault of ten Fighting Kings, Han Feng's underlings were wiped out in minutes, leaving only a boxed meal.

Ban Lao watched everything, then glanced again at the airborne Yao Lao, his expression growing even uglier.

"Damn…"

Before Ban Lao could plead again, Xiao Li had already surged forward; his domineering physique let him trade injury for life. He needed to act quickly, as he could now only sustain ten minutes of the Five‑Step Ascension.

……

"Han Feng, surrender, or I'll truly kill you," Yao Lao said calmly, the Mysterious Heavy Ruler still bearing charred flesh.

Han Feng gasped heavily, a massive gash across his chest, cold white flames leaping over it; he could only barely counter with Sea Heart Flame.

Han Feng muttered a cursed word; with Sea Heart Flame he could even face a five‑star Fighting Emperor, but Yao Lao's arrival not only dwarfed his cultivation but also his exotic fire.

Not to mention combat experience—almost all of Han Feng's abilities were taught by Yao Lao, leaving him completely overwhelmed.

Seeing Han Feng remain silent, Yao Lao's patience finally vanished, "Go to hell and repent your sins!"

When the cold white flames surged again, Han Feng shouted urgently, "Guardian Xuan, do you really intend to stand by idly!"

With the shout, a massive black fog rose, and a jet‑black chain shot out from it; Yao Lao's expression changed as he swung the Mysterious Heavy Ruler, barely blocking it.

The clang of metal rang out; Yao Lao's figure recoiled, his face grim, "People of the Soul Hall!"

From within the black fog, a bizarre cackle echoed, "So it's Yao Chen, we Soul Hall have been searching for you so hard."

"A mere two‑star Fighting Sect dares to boast about hunting me?" Yao Lao was somewhat disdainful, merely relying on sneaky rat underlings.

Guardian Xuan neither confirmed nor denied, "If you were at your peak, I'd have seen you turn and leave. Unfortunately, your current strength is only about a two‑star Fighting Sect. If I wanted to go, you couldn't stop me. Tomorrow, news of Yao Chen will appear in the Soul Hall's main hall!"

Yao Lao's face hardened, "You won't get away!"

The fire‑red Mysterious Heavy Ruler swung violently, its world‑splitting power erupting again.

Scorching airwaves swept the world; Yao Lao's strength fully unleashed. Had he not held back earlier to capture Han Feng alive for interrogation, Han Feng would have been reduced to trash long ago.

Guardian Xuan's back was drenched, yet his face showed no hint, "Yao Chen, dealing with souls is what our Soul Hall excels at!"

The black fog erupted completely; Guardian Xuan's first move was his strongest technique. Facing the Yao Venerable, he dared not be careless.

As the two collided, no one noticed that within Xiao Yan's sleeve robe, a pair of pale‑purple eyes showed a human‑like bewilderment…

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