Chapter 92: Art

At YaoAo's command, all the waiting beast slaves let out a chorus of roars.

These beasts contained the cultivated souls of warriors from the three Dou Zong sects slain in that war centuries ago—they never imagined they'd still be forced into battle after three hundred years of death.

As countless beast slaves surged forward, it was like a steel flood crashing forth, kicking up towering clouds of dust.

As the beast slaves drew nearer, Xiao Yan finally saw clearly: these beast slaves were indeed beasts from the Mo Shou Shan Mai, some merely wild animals, others strangely shaped—but such cases were rare.

The charging beasts came in all forms: some like a Sea Giant Python, thick and over ten meters long, its body wreathed in flame, leaving charred trails as it slithered; others like eight-legged beasts resembling crabs, small in size but swift as lightning, darting instantly to the front.

Over these three hundred years, countless bizarre beasts had fallen victim to YaoAo's hands and been turned into beast slaves.

Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened, and the Fierce Lion Roar erupted—but unlike before, the shadow behind him shifted from the Xue Nuo Fierce Lion to the form of the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger.

"Xue Nuo!"

Xiao Yan slammed his foot into the ground; the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger shadow behind him slammed a palm downward, instantly cracking the earth into eight fissures, from which crimson magma surged outward in all directions.

Boom—boom—boom!! The magma obliterated the world; the Fierce Lion Roar was already a Dou Technique blending Dou Qi and physical might, and now with the power of the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger and the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame, Xiao Yan's every motion carried devastating destructive force.

Yun Yun's earlier summoning of four tornadoes had been no more powerful—now Xiao Yan had touched the edge of Dou Huang strength.

The terrifying magma surge instantly melted the charging beast slaves; even their bodies strengthened by the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame could not resist these crimson flows.

Seeing YaoAo hiding behind the beast slaves not far off, Xiao Yan did not halt his assault. His Dou Qi surged like a mad torrent, countless Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flames continuously coalescing!

"Fierce Demon Flame!"

The eight fiery wings behind him suddenly unfurled; Xiao Yan roared, and with a mighty flap, the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger shadow opened its mouth, unleashing a searing flame—just as the original Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger once unleashed its Beast Technique, releasing demonic fire.

Through Xiao Yan's Dou Technique, Dou Qi, and the power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame, the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger's Beast Technique reappeared in another form!

Roar!! As the Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger spat demonic flame, the entire cavern trembled; the former lord of the Mo Shou Shan Mai could destroy heaven above and obliterate earth below. Even now, with only a hundredth of its original power, the flame remained terrifying.

One of the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame's special abilities: it could transform Dou Qi and Dou Techniques, recreating the Beast Techniques of myriad beasts!

Seeing this demonic flame hurtling toward him, Mu Long—who had already retreated to the cave entrance, ready to flee—could not help but be horrified. The original Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger had been a Seven Rank Peak beast; its ultimate Beast Technique made even him tremble.

Every unique Spiritual Flame in this world must never be underestimated; though its raw power may be weak, its special ability is invariably Shen Mi Zhi Yi.

Seeing the ultimate demonic flame approach, YaoAo's face turned pale. He used his Spirit Realm Soul Power to form a flame shield—"Spiritual Medicine Flame Shield!"

"Spiritual Medicine Flame Shield!"

He could not unlock the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame's special ability—he could only treat the stolen portion as an ordinary flame seed!

With a loud bang, even though many beast slaves had absorbed some of its force, YaoAo—possessing Spirit Realm Soul Power—was still blasted backward, stumbling several steps before spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

The assault showed no sign of stopping.

Boom! The Burst Step activated; combined with the eight wings flapping for acceleration, Xiao Yan's speed became immeasurable.

Bursting through the flame waves, Xiao Yan instantly closed in on the retreating YaoAo, gripping the Xuan Heavy Ruler tightly and sweeping it horizontally across YaoAo's body.

Crack—crack—crack! The sound of bones shattering echoed; Xiao Yan's physical strength at this moment was monstrous.

Attacks came like a storm of wind and rain; the eight wings spread wide, the Xuan Heavy Ruler relentlessly hacking after YaoAo.

Both Xiao Yan and YaoAo knew: victory depended on who could endure longer. The Eight-Winged Fierce Demon Tiger's stored power within the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame was minimal—just a fleeting flash—while YaoAo possessed a complete Soul Body.

If he could not reduce YaoLi's body to pulp and force YaoAo's Soul Body out before the power vanished, Xiao Yan would lose.

Conversely, YaoAo would lose.

Mu Long had even stopped fighting—he knew the outcome was near. If Xiao Yan won, he'd flee without a word; if YaoAo won, he'd strike immediately to capture the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King.

"YaoAo! This is the end!"

Xiao Yan kicked YaoAo flying from midair, then slowly landed on the ground, the Xuan Heavy Ruler in his hand now blazingly hot.

Flame Division: Devouring Wave Ruler—this was Xiao Yan's most practiced and strongest Dou Technique.

Boom! As Xiao Yan unleashed his power, the Xuan Heavy Ruler instantly erupted in crimson flame; streams of fire shot skyward, illuminating the entire Di Xia Shi Jie.

The radiance resembled a river of history; within it stood countless spirits of beasts, each in unique forms.

The Flame Division: Devouring Wave Ruler, fused with the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame, gained the power of myriad beasts—under this force, everything seemed insignificant. This was the flame forged from the accumulated spirits of countless beasts over centuries in the Mo Shou Shan Mai; under such power, all would be instantly crushed.

"Flame Division: Devouring Wave Ruler—Myriad Beasts Flame Wave!"

The Xuan Heavy Ruler swung its strongest strike toward YaoAo; the Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame transformed into a hundred-meter-long flame blade, brimming with the power of myriad beasts, as if ten thousand beasts were charging in unison.

Seeing the Myriad Beasts Flame Wave hurtling toward him, YaoAo roared—he knew this was Xiao Yan's final blow; if he could withstand it, he would win!

Countless beast slaves rushed forward like moths to a flame, hurling themselves at the Myriad Beasts Flame Wave—but no matter how many came, they were instantly reduced to ash.

"Don't underestimate the Yao Clan! Earth-Class High-Level Combat Technique—Elixir Garden!"

Clang—clang—clang! Clear, ringing sounds rang out as YaoAo emptied dozens, even hundreds of Pills from his storage ring—whether healing Pills, potency-boosting Pills, or Detoxification Pills; whether One-Rank, Two-Rank, or Five-Grade Pills—all were dumped out.

His terrifying Soul Force manipulated every single Pill, arranging them side by side into a beautiful, serene Elixir Garden.

To use Pills to cast a Dou Technique—this completely exceeded Xiao Yan's imagination.

Myriad Beasts Power versus a Hundred Pills!

The terrifying Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame continuously melted the Pills, while the Pills' medicinal effects calmed the flames.

Watching the two forces grow fiercer until they gradually began to subside, YaoAo burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!! I am the one who laughs last!! How could the residual soul of a mere Seven-Rank beast possibly stand against me, YaoAo?! The Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame is MINE!"

Under the crimson glow, watching the Myriad Beasts Flame Wave about to be fully extinguished, Xiao Yan too smiled faintly.

"You have no more defensive techniques left, do you?"

Xiao Yan's words caused YaoAo's heart to skip a beat—a deep unease surged through him.

The Di Xia Shi Jie, previously bathed in crimson flame, suddenly revealed a second color.

Pale white.

A pale white flame slowly rose into the air; upon seeing it, YaoAo, Mu Long, and the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King all had their pupils contract sharply.

What the hell! You have a second unique Spiritual Flame?!

Snap! A crisp sound—Xiao Yan flicked his finger as if brushing off ash; a tiny black flamelet shot swiftly toward the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, the black flamelet as weak as a spark, nearly invisible.

When Xiao Yan had once refined the Sub-Flame of Void Swallowing Flame, he had understood—when Mao Wu dared not enter his storage ring to touch the Bone Spirit Cold Fire—he had understood.

Void Swallowing Flame can devour anything—even other unique Spiritual Flames can be consumed as energy—except the Origin Flame Seed.

Because once the Origin Flame Seed of one Strange Fire encounters the Origin Flame Seed of another Strange Fire, the result will be

"You might not know, but art is really just an explosion."

Plop—a black spark touched the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

A blinding, icy white light replaced everything, illuminating YaoAo's terrified face.

Boom!

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