The moment this nearly mad idea arose, Xiao Yan couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. Despite his every effort to suppress it, the thought clung to him like a relentless obstacle, refusing to dissipate—much like a magical affliction. As the persistent efforts to drive it away proved futile, Xiao Yan found himself gradually growing enchanted by it, murmuring to himself, "If this succeeds, its destructive power might not be weaker than that of the Flame-Splitting Tsunami Scroll." While Xiao Yan struggled, Hai Bo Dong, observing him silently, thought he had given up. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the eight-winged Black Serpent King was undoubtedly a formidable opponent. Though he had indeed reserved his strength, he wasn't particularly familiar with Qing Lin, so there was no need to risk everything for a mere girl. Xiao Yan's willingness to step back was precisely what he had hoped for. Across, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King gently swayed his massive tail. With each sweeping motion, a powerful gust of wind surged through the sky—imagine the formidable power concealed within that great tail. "Hey, finally giving up?" His triangular eyes fixed on the two figures motionless across the field. The laughter that rang out was as thunderous as rolling thunder, echoing endlessly across the heavens. "Either way, it's a pity if you just give up without making a real effort." Smiling slightly, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King tilted his head, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon, and murmured softly, "I'm sure Lady Greenmire has already reached a safe place by now." "My interception mission should also be coming to an end..." Turning to Xiao Yan, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King laughed, his tone laced with subtle mockery. "If either of you ever decides to make a move that doesn't make sense, feel free to come find me, White Tooth. I'll be ready whenever you wish. But today, I'm not playing games anymore. Once Yunlan Sect's woman and that old monster arrive, you'll truly be stuck." With that, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King gently swayed his massive tail, his gaze fixed intently on Xiao Yan and the other man's every movement. Slowly retreating, he clearly remained cautious, unwilling to expose his back to these two powerful Du-Huang warriors. Though he could hold them off, he knew he couldn't truly defeat Xiao Yan and Hai Bo Dong. Beneath his black robe, Xiao Yan's eyes locked onto the retreating figure, and after a moment of inner struggle, his thoughts finally settled. He slowly extended his hands from within the robe—long, delicate, and pale, his hands appearing almost feminine, as though lacking any strength. Watching Xiao Yan's actions, Hai Bo Dong was momentarily stunned, then his face filled with confusion. "Heh, really? Still not giving up, is he? Though you possess a unique fire, from the way you're acting, it seems as though you're not even able to unleash its full power!" Similarly, upon sensing Xiao Yan's movements, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King instantly halted his own progress, his triangular pupils fixed tightly on Xiao Yan, offering a slightly impatient cold remark. Ignoring the Serpent King's sarcastic comments, Xiao Yan raised both hands toward the sky, placing them gently before him. A moment of stillness followed. On his left hand, a crisp, pale flame surged forth, radiating intense heat that slightly warped and blurred the surrounding space. He then gently tightened his grip, causing the somber white flame to ripple and release a surge of fierce energy. The immense triangular pupils flickered with a touch of scorn, fixed upon Xiao Yan. The Eight-Winged Black Serpent King remained utterly composed, though the Strange Fire was deeply formidable to him. For some inexplicable reason, however, the black-robed figure before him seemed unable to fully unleash the full force of his own power—thus, the Serpent King was not overly intimidated. The scorn lingered for a moment, then suddenly intensified when a fresh wave of jade-green flame surged up from Xiao Yan's right hand. The massive pupils snapped shut, and a distinctly human emotion—awe—flared vividly within the serpentine gaze. "Wh-what? Wh-what? Is this also Strange Fire? By the gods! By the gods! How is this possible? How can you possess two forms of Strange Fire?" Stunned by the intense heat radiating from the jade-green flame, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King froze for a moment, then reacted as though his tail had been stepped on—his massive body arched upward, and his sharp voice erupted into the sky, filled with growing agitation. Standing beside Xiao Yan, Hai Bo Dong was equally stunned, gazing at the pale and azure flames rising from Xiao Yan's hands. With such close proximity, he could feel even more clearly the overwhelming heat contained within the two flames. After taking an involuntary step back, retreating several paces, he finally steadied himself. "Incredible! This person truly possesses two distinct hetero-flames!" Staring at Xiao Yan's hands, Haibo Dong took a deep breath of cold air, his heart surging with turmoil as if the sea had turned inside out. With his vast experience, he had never heard of anyone possessing two types of Heterogeneous Fires simultaneously. Indeed, Heterogeneous Fires were inherently aggressive and destructive, and when two such fires coexisted, they were as much like bitter rivals as they were incompatible. If two Heterogeneous Fires existed within one person, Haibo Dong could only imagine a single outcome—two highly unstable bombs colliding, ultimately exploding in a brilliant burst and annihilating each other. He didn't know precisely why Xiao Yan could harbor both types of Heterogeneous Fires, but he clearly sensed that, at the very moment they emerged, the previously calm energy components within them suddenly became restless. What on earth did Xiao Yan intend by summoning these two fires? Mind bewildered, Hai Bo tilted his head, gazing at the slightly lifted black robe. There, on the young man's refined face, a faint, almost frantic smile seemed to linger. Watching the smile on Xiao Yan's face, Hai Bo shivered, a growing sense of unease rising within him. His wings trembled slightly, and icy combat energy formed a circular ice shield around him, encasing him. Across from Xiao Yan, the eight-winged Black Serpent Emperor continued to rage, his outbursts growing more frantic—Xiao Yan's ability to wield two distinct types of hetero-fires had clearly shaken him deeply. Ignoring the eight-winged Black Serpent Emperor, who wriggled about like a eel, Xiao Yan fixed his gaze on the two hetero-fires in his hands. His lips twitched slightly, and after a moment, he bit down firmly, then slowly guided both flames toward the center with his hands. "For heaven's sake! Crazy! Absolutely crazy! This guy's gone mad!" Staring in shock at Xiao Yan's action, Hai Bo Dong and the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor both shouted in unison, then, with a clear sense of synchrony, stepped back a good distance, watching Xiao Yan from afar. "You damn fool! Who's going to prepare the Fuling Purple Pill for me if you die?" murmured Hai Bo Dong as he retreated, still feeling helpless in his mind. He had always believed that even if Xiao Yan's body could simultaneously harbor two different types of hetero-fires, those two intense, turbulent fires would never be able to touch each other and remain stable. Yet, the outburst of both men did not cause a single hesitation in Xiao Yan. In his mind, if the Burned Decree could absorb multiple hetero-fires, then fusing them together should not be a difficult task at all. A single hetero-fire was already enough to intimidate a Battle Emperor; imagine the amplified power when two such fires were combined—doubled, even! This was a mad experiment—of course, though highly risky, if it succeeded, Xiao Yan would truly possess a devastating technique so terrifying that even the strongest Du Phong warriors would be left in awe. "Damn it," he murmured, his voice slightly nervous, "if this works, then this will be my own creation—a unique, one-of-a-kind Du Technique!" With trembling hands, Xiao Yan slowly brought the pale white flames and the deep green flames into contact. "Boom!" As soon as the flames touched, a thunderous roar erupted from his palms, causing his hands to split open and bleed profusely. It looked as though, were it not for the protective aura of Du Qi, his hands would have been severed right then and there. Despite the intense pain radiating through his palms, Xiao Yan's dark eyes displayed white flames swirling on the left and green flames on the right, the alternating hues creating a strangely eerie and somber atmosphere. Clenching his teeth, Xiao Yan paid no attention to the terrifying energy radiating from the collision of the two unique flames, distorting the space around him. His hands were tightly pressed together, only half a centimeter apart. Yet that mere half centimeter required Xiao Yan to fully mobilize every single strand of strength within his cells, enabling him to move slowly and steadily. The eight-winged Black Serpent Emperor fixed his gaze on Xiao Yan, who appeared utterly mad. Though he knew that staying here under these circumstances was not ideal, he remained, filled with envy toward Xiao Yan's ability to wield two unique flames simultaneously. He intended to witness firsthand how this arrogant young man would be utterly dismantled—something he had never heard of on the Continent of Qi. Fresh blood flowed continuously from his palms. The pale and azure flames began to compress, yet clearly, as the compression progressed, Xiao Yan was also enduring counterattacks from the two distinct flames. At one moment, Xiao Yan let out a low groan, spitting a stream of blood that fell into the flames and was instantly consumed, vanishing into nothingness. Clutching his teeth, Xiao Yan steadfastly gazed at the two intertwined flames. He knew deep within himself that his actions were undoubtedly foolish. Yet after a brief moment of contemplation, he persisted with his resolve, driven by his own unyielding determination. Since meeting the Elder Medicine, every time he encountered an insurmountable opponent, it seemed as though he had relied entirely on the Elder's strength to survive, only to emerge from the brink of defeat. To Xiao Yan, this feeling was not particularly pleasing. Though the Elder may not have explicitly stated it, Xiao Yan could clearly sense that he himself also didn't particularly relish the idea of constantly having to rely on the Elder's power each time he faced a formidable adversary. Xiao Yan was a man of strong determination—sometimes even bordering on obstinacy—and now, with this increasingly inflexible Xiao Yan, he had fallen squarely into that very obstinacy. In this state, Xiao Yan longed to test whether, through his own capabilities, he could generate a power so formidable that even the Elder himself would be compelled to look upon it with admiration. Throughout his entire body, Xiao Yan seemed to lack the qualifications and potential beyond the Burned Decree and the Qinglian Earth Heart Flame... Whenever the two shades of green and white flames met at any critical point, no matter how fiercely Xiao Yan compressed them, they refused to merge further. As Xiao Yan persistently and resolutely pressed down, the energies within the two flame clusters began to grow increasingly turbulent. "Boom!" Another thunderclap erupted, cracking open Xiao Yan's虎 mouth. Gazing down at the flame cluster, now resembling a glowing sphere pulsating with alternating streaks of green and white electricity, Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly—he knew this was the precursor to an imminent energy explosion. "Xiao Yan, for heaven's sake, quickly dissipate them! If you don't, they'll blow up!" Sea Bo Dong shouted, sensing the turbulent celestial and terrestrial energies swirling around Xiao Yan. "Hah! What an arrogant fellow!" Feeling the turbulent energy factors, the Eight-Winged Black Serpent Emperor laughed with great satisfaction. Without heeding Hai Bodo's advice, Xiao Yan stared intently at the furious, jade-white flame cluster in his hands. As his spirit became profoundly concentrated, at a certain moment, the heavens seemed to suddenly grow still—even the wind ceased to blow. At that very moment, an unexpected sense of bewilderment surged suddenly into Xiao Yan's eyes, yet his fingers, at the same time, became as graceful and precise as plucking leaves or flowers—rapidly tapping through the flame, channeling stream after stream of Qi generated by the Burned Decree into the midst of the flames. As the Burned Decree's Qi flowed in, the turbulent flame gradually calmed down, the two-toned flames gently pulsing before finally coalescing, under the stunned gaze of Hai Bo Dong and the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King, into a delicate, pale-green and silvery lotus seat only as large as Xiao Yan's palm. At the very instant the lotus seat took shape, Xiao Yan shivered, lowered his gaze to the pale-green and silvery lotus seat in his hands, and murmured softly, "Has it succeeded? The Wrath of the Buddha's Flame Lotus?" As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned abruptly pale, the sense of bewilderment instantly vanishing. At the same time, almost instinctively, he hurled the pale-green flame lotus seat forcefully toward the Eight-Winged Black Serpent King, who remained in awe. A serene blend of azure and white flame lotus pedestals glided silently through the void, stirring not a single ripple of wind along their path. Yet, despite their delicate, floating grace, this quiet movement caused the eight-winged black serpent king to instantly invert his entire body, his scales rising upright.