Beyond the city of Huaguo, a streak of light surged like lightning, swiftly vanishing into the continuous mountain ranges beyond the city in the blink of an eye. At the peak of his bone wings, Xiao Yan's speed had reached an exceptionally formidable level. Yet, as he moved with swift strides, his expression grew slightly gloomy. Though he hadn't sensed Fei Tian approaching, he firmly believed that the seemingly youthful elder would not simply give up so easily. "How did this old man manage to locate me? I've been traveling through deep forests and mountainous regions these days—how could the Fenglei Pavilion have discovered me?" As he moved, Xiao Yan found himself pondering. The northern region of Zhongzhou was vast; even with Fei Tian's considerable abilities, it seemed unlikely that he could simply stumble upon him without any prior notice. Moreover, the elder's current demeanor suggested he had known his whereabouts long before. Could it be that when he entered the city yesterday, he was spotted by Fenglei Pavilion scouts? Yet even so, this area now lies beyond Fenglei Pavilion's influence. Even if truly spotted by Fenglei's scouts, how could they possibly relay the information back to Fenglei North Pavilion within less than a day? With growing doubts, Xiao Yan began to sense a growing sense of urgency. That old man appeared composed and calm, yet he genuinely exuded a sense of danger—something he had rarely encountered outside of the two enigmatic thousand-and-second elders from the Inner Courtyard and the Earth Demon Elder. "That old man's strength is at least an eight-star Daoist. Even with the power of Tianhuo Master at my disposal, I find it difficult to match him head-on. Unless I deploy the Devastating Flame Lotus—my ultimate life-saving measure—but that would only be necessary if absolutely compelled. For now, better to conserve that reserve." Xiao Yan's thoughts raced swiftly, yet his pace remained unyielding, moving as swiftly as a meteor streaking across the sky, vanishing from sight at the horizon in a single breath. "Did that old man really give up on pursuing me?" "Having soared again for nearly fifteen minutes without a single pursuer in sight, Xiao Yan's brow furrowed even tighter, and he murmured softly. "I've already said—you won't escape..." "Hand over the Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Bodies to me. Even if you gather all four scrolls, you still won't be able to master them—so keeping them on you would be a complete waste." Fei Tian spoke calmly. "Then, give me back the Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Bodies, and I'll let you go?" Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly. Upon hearing this, Fei Tian smiled gently and took a light step forward—his form suddenly appeared mysteriously some hundred paces away from Xiao Yan. With a warm smile, he said, "I've long been interested in the cultivation technique that allows you to blend with the heterogenous flames. If you hand it over, perhaps I'll allow you to leave." Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression darkened completely. The Burned Decree was his greatest asset in cultivation. His current achievements were almost entirely due to it. If this old man seized it, he was effectively taking his life. Moreover, such an extraordinary technique was absolutely beyond his willingness to entrust to anyone—especially not to Fenglei Pavilion, which could be considered his enemy. "I know you carry a particularly powerful soul body. I can faintly sense its presence. Yet, a soul body is still just a soul body. If it were a physical form, I would truly have to retreat today. Unfortunately..." Seeing Xiao Yan's stern expression, Fei Tian didn't mind much. His gaze slowly swept over Xiao Yan, finally settling on the snow-white soul ring resting on Xiao Yan's finger, where he offered a gentle smile. "Hmph! Such boldness! If I were a physical being, would you still dare to stand before me now?" The snow-white ring trembled slightly, and the soul body of Tianhuo Sovereign rose gracefully, gazing steadily at Fei Tian with a cold smile. Fei Tian's face slightly changed as he slowly scanned over Tianhuo Sovereign. Simply as a soul body, this man already reached such a level—certainly, there must have been a Supreme Master of the Douzun stage standing before him. "A hero doesn't boast of his past glory. In the world, there's no 'what if.' No matter how illustrious you were in life, now you're nothing but a soul body..." Fee Tian's calm voice gradually took on a cold edge. "Xiao Yan, as long as you hand over the Three-Thousand-Thunder-Phantom Body and the cultivation techniques you've mastered to me, I'll let you go. Otherwise, this soul body won't be enough to save your life!" "A mere Eight-Star Combat Sect disciple dares to act so bold before me?" Tianhuo Master laughed, turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan, and spoke softly, "You go first. I'll hold him off." Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was instantly startled. Though he didn't particularly like Fee Tian, he knew the elder's words were true. Currently, Tianhuo Master's strength was no more than comparable to his own, and as a soul body, he suffered considerable disadvantages. Should a battle unfold, his chances of victory would likely be slim. "Don't worry, I know how to handle things—I'll only hold him for a moment. You needn't be concerned. On my ring, I've inscribed a soul imprint; soon enough, I'll have my way out." Seeming to sense Xiang Yin's concerns, the Heavenly Fire Sovereign continued. Seeing Xiang Yin hesitate, he then firmly nodded. Indeed, here he offered little assistance, so he resolved to no longer hesitate. Extending his bone wings fully and giving them a powerful flap, he transformed into a streak of light, rushing off in a different direction. As Xiang Yin began to retreat, Fei Tian's brow furrowed slightly. Taking a step forward to pursue, he suddenly noticed that the space around him was beginning to warp. "It's been many years since I last fought someone. Today, let me put your skills to the test!" The slightly ethereal figure of the Heavenly Fire Sovereign gradually materialized before Fei Tian. With a gentle grasp of his palm, a long sword formed from condensed soul energy appeared. "No matter how hard you resist, he will always escape my grasp..." Fei Tian sneered, his body trembling as brilliant lightning erupted in bursts from within him. As the lightning surged through his body, the clouds above gradually darkened, silver serpents of lightning weaving through them—this old monster had achieved a harmonious resonance between his own qi and the energies of heaven and earth. With a forward motion of his hand, the lightning flashed, coalescing into a long spear forged of pure electricity. The spear trembled, sending ripples through the very space around it. Witnessing Fei Tian's formidable prowess, Tian Huo Master remained undaunted. He laughed loudly, his vast soul energy surging forth. With a sudden movement, his soul sword swept out waves of spatial ripples, then plunged forward in a powerful, piercing strike. Feng Tian merely smiled coldly at Tian Huo's attack, his hand wielding the thunder spear, charged with an unmatched surge of thunderous qi, the spear emitting a continuous hissing sound as he powerfully swung it forth. The surge of murderous intent within him did not waver his pace at all. A streak of light shot across the sky, vanishing almost instantly at the far end of the mountain range. This relentless, life-or-death sprint lasted nearly twenty minutes. Suddenly, the space before Xiao Yan began to warp, and then a surge of spiritual energy erupted from it—none other than Tian Hu Zunzhe, the one who had previously blocked Fei Tian. Now, his face was slightly serious, and his form seemed slightly more ethereal than before, indicating that he had engaged in a fierce battle with the old beast Fei Tian over the past twenty minutes. "Hurry! Spatial traversal is something only Dou Zun-level masters can achieve. Had I not once been at that level, and thanks to my spiritual body, I wouldn't have been able to manifest it so easily. Still, that man is incredibly swift—soon, he'll surely catch up." As soon as Tian Hu Zunzhe appeared, he immediately urged with a serious tone. Xiao Yan nodded, just as he was about to move his body, when suddenly a thought struck him. He spoke firmly, "Something's off... I always feel as though this old man can lock onto my position. I believe there's something on me that's guiding him to our location." Upon hearing this, Tian Huo Zunzheng also nodded thoughtfully. It made sense why the old man had been so confident that Xiao Yan couldn't escape his grasp. "I'm certain that nothing on me has been marked or tracked by him—yet he still knows exactly where I am. That means it must be something else." The light in Xiao Yan's eyes flashed rapidly. After a moment, he raised his hand, and four silver scrolls appeared in his grasp. He fixed his gaze on them, then clenched his teeth and, with a powerful motion, flung them out. The scrolls instantly split into four, shooting forth as four beams of silver light. "Hmph! Now you see me, old fool—how are you going to chase me?"