Battle Throught The Heavens: Reborn Yan Emperor Ts

Xiao Yan and Huo Yi looked dazed as they stared at the figure shrouded in black air. They were so shocked that for a long time, no words came out.

After a moment, Xiao Yan fixed his gaze on the man with a frown, a trace of doubt in his eyes. Judging by that man's appearance and the dark aura surrounding him, it was evident he was most likely a member of the Soul Clan.

However, Xiao Yan had not expected to encounter members of the Soul Clan immediately upon arriving in this unknown world—a fact that both surprised and unsettled him. His heart instinctively grew cautious, reminiscent of the vigilance he maintained during his earlier training sessions. This caution was not only directed toward the figure in the black mist before him but also toward the path ahead.

The Soul Clan was not a group to be trifled with. Over the years, Xiao Yan had come to despise them deep in his heart. Consequently, whenever he encountered a member of the Soul Clan, his instinct was to eliminate them. This was not born of cruelty, but rather of long-honed experience and inner resolve.

With a sneer, Xiao Yan remarked, "It seems fate always brings us face-to-face on narrow roads. I just wiped out a Soul Clan, and now here we are in another world—with yet another Soul Clan. I, Xiao Yan, really seem to have a deep connection with you."

Huo Yi, standing nearby, joined in with a similar sneer as they both glared at the figure enveloped in black air. Then the two fell silent and concealed their presence, quietly watching the pair in the distance.

"Old Flame Demon, we agreed that no one would meddle with the treasures here for ten years. You proposed that very rule. Are you now trying to break it?"

A moment later, under Xiao Yan's steady gaze, the old man in green finally spoke up in an angry tone. On the other side, about a hundred feet away, the black-cloaked figure remained unmoved. He looked at the old man in green with a slight sneer behind his mask and slowly replied:

"Yuan Qing, who told you that the Ghost Killing Sect would abide by rules? When have you ever seen the Ghost Killing Sect follow any rules? These rules are meant to be broken. I am merely demonstrating that. I never expected you wouldn't understand—how foolish you are! Hehehehe!"

At these words, Yuan Qing's face darkened immediately. He knew all too well how shameless the Guisha Sect could be—always ready to do anything for their own gain. There had been times when they brutally bombarded an entire city just to eliminate a wounded man who had taken refuge there. In such missions, each side sent only one person, and with their strengths equal, Yuan Qing had believed that, with his power, he could set the rules with the Flame Demon Old Ghost. He never imagined that this man would sneak in unnoticed, aiming to seize the mysterious treasure for himself.

Yuan Qing had not even explored the treasures since discovering them. Meanwhile, the old Flame Demon had scouted the area long before him, but only arrived in time to fail in his attempt. Now, this old Flame Demon was brazen enough to come alone under his very nose to steal the treasures, infuriating Yuan Qing on two counts: first, for blatantly disregarding his strength, and second, for daring to act unaccompanied.

He knew that this treasure was extraordinary. Once it fell into his hands, his strength would increase dramatically—rendering him incapable of competing with his opponent. Not only would he fail to complete the mission, but he might also lose his life. The thought alone filled him with rage.

Yuan Qing's aura suddenly surged upward, his eyes nearly spitting fire as he glared at the old Flame Demon. Almost instantly, his power rose, and a strong green fighting spirit shot straight into the sky, shaking the entire Zhoutian space.

In response, the old Flame Demon sneered coldly. Xiong Hun's aura soared upward, and a dense, gray-black fighting spirit filled the air, rising to the same level as Yuan Qing. The two energies clashed, each dominating its own portion of the world as they collided.

From afar, Xiao Yan waved his sleeves and pulled Huo Yi closer. The Dou Qi within him surged wildly, enveloping his body in a protective light shield. His aura became restrained as he fixed a serious gaze on the two Dou Di powerhouses—Yuan Qing and Yan Mo Laogui—while his Dou Qi continued to circulate, ever ready to counter any emergency.

Suddenly, Yuan Qing advanced. The seals in his hands shifted rapidly, and his figure moved several times in the air, leaving three afterimages behind. Yet his motion was not finished; his form flashed continuously among these afterimages. Xiao Yan could faintly see that the seals on each were evolving, gradually solidifying into a formation—an incarnation technique. Though its formation was slow, once complete, it would serve as a powerful helper, materializing seemingly out of thin air. If executed successfully, the resulting power would be formidable.

When the Flame Demon Old Ghost saw this move, the corners of his masked mouth twitched, and his expression soured as he cursed, "Nine Transformations, Yuan Qing—you old immortal! It seems you truly wish to break ties with me completely!"

"Hmph! Flame Demon Old Ghost, spare me your words. You broke the rules first by trying to seize the treasure to suppress me, and now you blame me. Today, even if I suffer grave injury, I will eliminate you—the scourge of this world!" Yuan Qing's tone grew fiercer, even laced with murderous intent, driven by an insatiable greed for the mysterious treasure. After all, if a being as strong as the Flame Demon Old Ghost fought tooth and nail for it, the treasure must be no ordinary thing.

At that moment, the old Flame Demon had no time to ponder further. Shocked, he looked at Yuan Qing's three incarnations with a grave expression. One might never believe such words coming from Yuan Qing—especially since their physical strength, at their current levels, made them nearly impervious to serious injury, let alone death. But now that these words were spoken, he had to consider his options carefully.