The face that now stood before Xiao Yan was not unfamiliar to him. In fact, it was he himself who had personally ended that man's life back then. This man was the very first disciple of Yao Lao—Xiao Yan's senior—Frangh, the Dan Emperor of Black Angular Domain! Today, Frangh appeared noticeably more aged than he had in the past. The gaze fixed upon Xiao Yan was sharp, fierce, and full of cold intensity. Had it not been for Xiao Yan, Frangh could have continued to dominate the Black Angular Domain. Yet, ultimately, Xiao Yan had completely dismantled him—not only stripping him of his prominent status, but also leaving him with a tragic fate of his soul and body separating. Thanks to his mastery of the rare "Sea-Heart Flame" and his timely, clever decision to present it to a high-ranking elder of the Soul Palace, Frangh had managed to secure his soul's survival. Otherwise, his soul would have long since been absorbed and consumed by the Soul Palace, and he would never have lived to this day. Fortunately, the senior elder of the Soul Temple, moved by his proactive offering of the unique flame, personally dispatched someone to find a body of a Dou宗 cultivator. They shattered his soul, allowing him to absorb and merge with it, thus occupying the body and achieving his current strength. However, this was merely a temporary arrangement—the body could only sustain him for another十余 years. Eventually, the physical form would naturally collapse, and his soul would fade along with the decaying body, leaving no chance of escape. Of course, this would be a matter for several decades hence. For someone destined to become mere nourishment, such a prolonged lifespan was already an immense favor. During these remaining years, his resentment and murderous intent toward the one who had orchestrated this transformation—Xiao Yan—had steadily intensified, reaching a terrifying intensity. Thus, upon his emergence, he immediately headed straight for Black Angle Domain. Had he not learned of the news regarding Bodhi's body transformation midway, he would have launched an immediate assault on the "Xiao Sect," eliminating its members completely to settle his deep-seated grievances. And as the saying goes, enemies meet and grow more passionate than ever—here, in this unexpected place, Han Feng found himself face to face with Xiao Yan. At that very moment, the rage that surged within him was so intense it seemed almost tangible, his eyes filled with bitter, fierce hostility, fixed firmly upon Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan's gaze remained calm and unshaken by Han Feng's threats. Though Han Feng's strength had surged dramatically lately, the man he was now had far surpassed the young prodigy who once relied solely on such a surge to reach the peak of the Duke Rank. Xiao Yan, now a genuine Four-Star Duke Rank warrior, had encountered and even fought numerous Duke Rank masters over the past few years, several of whom had fallen at his hands. Thus, while Han Feng's ascent to Duke Rank was impressive, it did not instill in Xiao Yan particularly strong apprehension. When it came to a direct confrontation, the outcome—whether life or death—remained uncertain. "There's no trace of that old man's presence within you... Ah, I've momentarily forgotten—he's already fallen into the Spirit Palace's hands. Didn't he hold you in such high regard? Didn't he believe you could protect him? Hah! It seems his never-failing, blind judgment has once again proven itself utterly misguided." Seeing Xiao Yan remain composed, Han Feng smiled mysteriously and then burst into laughter. "Boom!" A vibrant emerald flame suddenly surged forth from within Xiao Yan's body, radiating an intense heat that instantly spread across the sky. The forest beneath began to emit wisps of white steam, and soon, it was engulfed in roaring flames that surged outward. The emerald flames enveloped Xiao Yan completely. His face now looked fiercely grim, his dark eyes filled with the emerald flame, appearing like two glowing green specters—most intimidating. A fierce, untamed rage, reminiscent of a primordial beast, surged forth from his stern countenance. Han Feng's words truly struck at the most tender part of Xiao Yan's heart. When the Ye Elder was forcibly taken by the Soul Palace, Xiao Yan could only watch helplessly, powerless to intervene. That sense of helplessness seeped into him like a venomous snake, constantly biting and gnawing at his inner being. The Ye Elder had poured countless efforts into him over the years, guiding and nurturing him from a mere failure to the man he had become today. To Xiao Yan, his feelings for the Ye Elder were nearly on par with those he held for his father. Yet, despite all this dedication, the Ye Elder still could not escape the Soul Palace's pursuit. This outcome felt like a sharp knife repeatedly slicing back and forth across Xiao Yan's heart, leaving him perpetually burdened with self-reproach. If only his own strength had been strong enough, the Ye Elder would have remained safe, and his father too could have been easily rescued—such a chain of events would never have unfolded. At this moment, after Han Feng had unveiled the blood-stained wounds within him, Xiao Yan once again deeply understood the paramount importance of strength and power. And within his heart, a fervor for power surged, now nearly wild and uncontain With strength, he could rescue his father and the Elder of Medicine from the Hall of Souls. With strength, he could go directly to Xun'er, disregarding the formidable background behind her, and ensure she would forever remain by his side! By the side of Xiao Yan, Xiao Yisheng and Zi Yan were also slightly astonished, having never seen Xiao Yan so emotionally charged since they first met. Clearly, the words spoken by Han Feng had struck right at the deepest wounds in his heart. "Brother Han, you truly have courage. But if you wish to kill me, you'll first have to prove yourself worthy!" After a moment, Han Feng shook his head and coldly remarked. "He may not be worthy, but I am." A calm, clear voice gradually rose. Xiao Yisheng stepped forward lightly, her gray-purple eyes emotionless as she fixed them steadily on Han Feng. With a slightly pale hand, she gently extended it, upon which a strange gray energy began to quietly coil and spiral. At the sound of Xiao Yi Xian's voice, Han Feng's brows furrowed. He was well aware of the former's strength—indeed, even now, it posed a considerable challenge. He glanced at Xiao Yan coldly, saying, "Little brother, your charm is truly impressive, even earning admiration from me. Yet, when will you begin to rely on your own strength? This approach might well tarnish the reputation of that old man." Xiao Yan stared at Han Feng with a fierce expression. After a moment, a sudden smile broke across his stern face. He spoke softly, "Brother, let's dispense with these tactics. Though you've now become something between human and ghost, you once were the Imperial Alchemist of Black Angle Domain. So, there's no need to embarrass yourself." Xiao Yan's nearly sharp remarks immediately made Han Feng's face flush, and he took a deep breath, suppressing his rising fury, before laughing angrily, "It's been several years since we last saw each other—your words have always been so pointed. I wonder if your strength has also improved that much?" "That's for you to find out," Xiao Yan smiled slightly, the sternness on his face gradually softening, though the intensity of his black eyes only grew stronger. Now, with numerous experiences under his belt, Xiao Yan clearly understood that once provoked, such a situation offered him absolutely no advantage. Watching the tense standoff between Han Feng and Xiao Yan, Mo Tianxing was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected their grievances to have escalated to such a degree. Yet he said nothing, merely letting out a quiet chuckle beneath his breath—let them fight, let them fight. Better still, if they could be reduced to a complete stalemate, with both of them wiped out, then not only would he secure the Fragile Sect Pill, but he'd also gain access to the mysterious soul-absorbing technique of the Magic Flame Valley. As if to underscore Han Feng's words, the elders of the Magic Flame Valley behind him all let out sharp, scornful laughs, their powerful energies surging forth toward the heavens, combining in a manner that was profoundly impressive and commanding. "Should they still fall short, then add me, and how?" At the very moment the elders of the Magic Flame Valley were displaying their authority, a deep, resonant laughter echoed from the heavens like thunder, followed swiftly by a figure who darted through the air like lightning. Within mere breaths, he had arrived upon the sky, his overwhelming presence surging forth like a mountain flood, instantly suppressing the气势 of the elders of the Magic Flame Valley. Gazing at the elderly figure now materializing in the sky, Han Feng's expression immediately darkened.