On the seat, when Feng Zun saw the massive, dark phoenix silhouette behind Feng Qing'er, his face could not help but subtly pale. His gaze shifted toward Lei Zun, and in a low, steady voice, he said, "I never expected her to be from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. That's why you personally stepped in to conceal her true aura..." Lei Zun smiled, a touch of restrained pride in his expression, glancing at Xiao Yan in the midst of the scene and remarked, "It truly takes no ordinary person to push Qing'er to employ her clan's secret techniques—Xiao Yan, indeed, is no ordinary figure." Feng Zun narrowed his eyes, a hint of frost in his gaze. "Heh, Lei Zun, don't be hasty. You may not fear my Fenglei Pavilion, but Qing'er is from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan. Should anything happen to her, the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan won't rest easily. How dominant a clan is, I'm sure you know well. Don't you want to bring unnecessary trouble to Xin Yun Pavilion." Lei Zun said calmly. "Are you threatening me?" "Wind Master suddenly smiled, saying so. Watching the smile on Wind Master's face, Lightning Master felt a sense of caution rise within him. Among the four Masters present, Wind Master had the longest tenure and the deepest experience. Even when Lightning Master was still a Douzong, Wind Master had already gained a strong reputation across the Central Region. Though their current status and positions were now equal, Lightning Master still harbored the greatest apprehension toward Wind Master. "This isn't truly a threat—whether it is or not, we both know that well," Wind Master glanced at Lightning Master before turning toward the gathering, speaking calmly, "I won't engage in the practice of treating the younger ones with superiority. As for who will ultimately prevail in this encounter, the outcome remains uncertain yet..." Upon hearing this, Lightning Master raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing at his lips. "Do you really think that Xiao Yan will be a match for Qing'er?" With Qing'er employing her clan's secret technique, even some of the powerful elders from Fenglei Pavilion were unable to match her—let alone Xiao Yan, who had only just broken through to the Battle Sovereign rank a short while ago? Feng Zun smiled, remaining unconvinced and said, "Then let's see who emerges victorious at the end." Seeing this, Lei Zun chuckled and added, "Since you say that, let us witness this clash and see who will ultimately prevail." Feeling the steadily pulsing cyan-red blood within the jade vial inside his seal, Xiao Yan couldn't help but silently curse under his breath. He hadn't expected that even after meeting members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, the extracted blood would exhibit such anomalies—indeed, the Heavenly Phoenix Clan was truly peculiar, which explained how it had risen to become one of the three foremost powers in the Beast Kingdom. As his soul energy continuously poured into the seal, gradually dampening the fluctuations of the blood, he worried that if Feng Qing'er knew of the presence of Heavenly Phoenix Clan blood in his hands, she would surely face endless complications, given that the Heavenly Phoenix Clan's strength far surpassed that of the Fenglei Pavilion. Focusing his mind to suppress the pulsations of the cyan-red blood, Xiao Yan suddenly felt a growing sense of urgency. Brilliant lightning surged forth from within him, and in an instant, his form vanished—crashing with a thunderous boom. At the very instant when Xiao Yan's body just vanished, an eerie black light suddenly descended from the sky and struck heavily upon the solid silver wooden plaza. Immediately, amidst an unusual hissing sound, a deep, vast crater—nearly ten zhang in diameter—appeared directly on the plaza. Around the edges of the crater, thin streams of black flames burned steadily. In the air, Xiao Yan emerged, his gaze fixed intently on those faint, almost translucent black flames, as though they had seeped out from the depths of hell, carrying a cold, oppressive stillness. These strange flames seemed to be the very source of the sense of impending danger he felt. "What kind of flame is this? It can't be a rare fire—otherwise, my inner rare fires would have sensed it. Yet this flame's power is no weaker than that of the rare fires." A look of astonishment flashed across Xiao Yan's face. Now, he was extremely familiar with the various flames listed on the Unusual Fire Rank, yet after careful consideration, he could not find any flame that matched the one before him. "Hmph!" The dark glow passed empty, but Feng Qing'er in the sky sneered, lifting her slender finger. Instantly, the dark glow surged forth like a colossal black serpent, darting out of the vast crater with lightning speed, trailing a series of deep sonic booms that crackled and resonated across the heavens. Observing the strange, surging dark light continuing to advance, Xiao Yan furrowed his brows. He could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within it—should it strike him directly, even with his current strength, he would surely suffer a serious injury. With flashes of lightning dancing on his feet, he swiftly retreated, his form leaving a series of swift, shimmering silhouettes in the sky. "Xiao Yan," said the divine image's power, "it is invincible—unavoidable. As long as it doesn't claim your life, it will accompany you for life!" Feng Qing'er watched the constantly evading Xiao Yan, a mocking expression appearing on her delicate face as she coldly remarked. Behind her, the massive black Phoenix phantom had grown noticeably fainter, clearly indicating that with her current strength, she could no longer sustain such powerful, dark-light attacks repeatedly. Unheeding her scorn, Xiao Yan pushed the "Three Thousand Thundering Waves" to its peak, sending a series of shimmering afterimages dancing across the sky. However, just as these afterimages appeared, they were instantly obliterated by the subsequent waves of eerie, dark light. Swiftly! Swiftly! With a vigorous swing of her heavy staff, several great emerald streaks burst forth, striking forcefully against the dark light. Yet, they made no impact at all—neither did the speed of the dark light falter in the slightest. Gazing at the unyielding obsidian glow, the weight in Xiao Yan's eyes grew ever more profound—the Saintly Image power truly seemed rather strange. "Holding this position indefinitely isn't a viable solution. Clearly, this Saintly Image power drains an immense amount of qi. From Feng Qing'er's appearance, it seems she can only manifest it once. Yet she's currently working hard to restore her qi. If she were to attempt another manifestation of the Saintly Image power, the situation would likely become even more challenging." Xiao Yan's thoughts raced. Ordinary attacks had little to no effect on this power; to destroy it, one would need forces far more formidable. With his black eyes flashing with cold intensity, Xiao Yan clenched his left hand, and emerald flames surged forth, swiftly splitting into shades of cyan and intangible flame. With a fingertip pressed to his brow, a pale, sharp flame also emerged. Three Strange Fires surged and burned in Xuān Yīn's palm, their intense heat making the sky above scorching hot—enough to cause some of the distant clouds in the heavens to dissipate. "Strange Fires? Three of them?" At the very moment the three Strange Fires appeared, the four seated elders—Lei, Feng, Jian, and Huangqu—each exchanged a startled expression, their eyes widening with astonishment. Though they had seen Strange Fires before, they had never witnessed a single individual possessing three such fires. "This... could it be the Burned Technique? The old stick-in-the-mud has actually taught it to Xiao Yan?" Feng Zheng's gaze lingered on the three Strange Fires in Xiao Yan's palm, as though suddenly recalling something, and he murmured softly to himself. The emergence of the three unusual flames sparked considerable excitement, yet few had the discernment to recognize them as such. Though they might not have grasped the true nature of the flames, the overwhelming heat radiating outwards allowed the crowd to sense the extraordinary qualities of the three flames. As soon as the three unusual flames appeared, Xiao Yan acted without hesitation, firmly pressing them together under the increasingly stunned gazes of the Lei Master and others. "Is this man mad?" Master Lei, observing Xuanyin's actions, was even momentarily stunned—though he possessed such remarkable composure. The power of the Heterogeneous Flames was indeed formidable, yet the lack of resistance among them was equally remarkable. If the flames were simply fused haphazardly, the result would likely be self-consumption, ultimately reducing him to ash. Such outcomes were not uncommon across the Central Plains. As for the astonishment of Master Lei and the others, Xuanyin naturally had no time to attend to it. With his current strength, fusing three Heterogeneous Flames was no trivial task; it required focused concentration and steady effort to maintain that delicate balance. Crisp! A vast, eerie black glow surged forth once more. Xiao Yan didn't even lift his head; with a flash of silver light, he appeared ten to fifteen zhang away. When the black glow came again, he stepped back even further. Amidst these swift evasions, the three-colored flame orbs in his hands gradually cracked, and slowly, a delicate, intricately colored lotus of three hues rose from within them. Master Feng gently nodded, a smile hard to conceal on his face. That old stick-in-the-mud's gaze—indeed, as sharp and piercing as ever. This young man truly has what it takes to be his disciple. The fire lotus had finally taken full form, and now, Xiao Yan's body had stabilized completely. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lifted his head, and gazed upward at Feng Qing'er in the sky. With a deep, long exhalation of the breath he'd been holding, he then raised his head proudly, his voice resonating with boldness and vigor, echoing skyward. "When the Buddha is enraged, even ghosts and spirits vanish!"