With a powerful strike, a magnificent surge of flame instantly spread from the palm, and without hesitation, he slammed it directly onto Houneng's facial area. "By you?" Houneng's face broke into a cold smile, gazing at the robust, unusual flame in Xiao Yan's palm, his lips curving wider. "I've long heard you've merged several types of unusual flames. To others, that might be impressive, but in my eyes, it's nothing remarkable!" While chuckling, Houneng spun his palm and swiftly extended his right hand—taking no attempt to dodge, instead meeting Xiao Yan's palm with a solid, head-on clash. "Boom!" The impact sent out powerful energy ripples that surged outward, violently pushing back two nearby half-Saint-level warriors, distorting the very space around them. "Your merged flames—your pride, your boast—today, I shall show you just how easily they can be shattered!" Hun Feng smiled coldly, a strange and profoundly eerie purple-black glow suddenly flashing across his pure black pupils. A peculiar suction force erupted from his palm. Under this force, Xiao Yan immediately noticed that the strange fire on his palm was being drawn into Hun Feng's body, one by one, and as soon as the fire entered Hun Feng, it instantly lost all connection with him. "This guy truly is odd!" This sight sent a subtle chill through Xiao Yan's heart. He swiftly shook his arm, withdrawing his fist, then kicked out with lightning speed, striking the black light column and sending it soaring into the air. His expression instantly hardened, and within him, his qi surged like a vast ocean, unleashing a series of powerful techniques without hesitation, directly targeting Hun Feng. Though Hun Feng's strength was merely late-stage Two-Star Battle Saint, in Xiao Yan's eyes, he posed a greater threat than even the Deputy Head of the Hun Palace. "Flame divides and devours the waves—!" "Imperial Seal Technique! Four seals harmonize!" "Boom! Boom!" "Wind-Cracking Tiger Roar Palm!" "Black Extremity Force!" Above the sky, a roaring sea of deep purple and brown flames surged toward the heavens. All the other strong contenders had fled promptly as the flames spread. Among them, only Xiao Yan and Hun Feng remained locked in fierce combat. Xiao Yan, leveraging the power of the flames, grew stronger with each passing moment, while Hun Feng held his own with unwavering resilience—seemingly unaffected by the overwhelming heat. "Give me a little more time, and I'll be able to step in again. Then, I won't have to...," the Master of the Soul Palace's gaze flashed rapidly, finally settling on the heavens above where a towering column of black light stood suspended, radiating a soft glow that seemed imbued with magic, stirring a sense of overwhelming urgency in all who witnessed it. "This time, the Soul Clan will surely claim the Pure Lotus Demon Flame!" The Master clenched his fists, whispering fiercely within his mind. "Yet, facing such a fierce assault from Xiao Yan, the Houn Feng merely sneered and shook his head, his fingers tapping the void repeatedly. Two slender beams of deep purple-black light—only as thick as a thumb—suddenly burst forth from his fingertips and collided with Huang Quan's finger and Huang Quan's palm. At the moment of impact, there was no explosive energy surge. Instead, in an instant, these seemingly weak beams completely eroded both Huang Quan's finger and palm. 'Is he being swallowed again?' Xiao Yan's eyes grew slightly colder. Through this exchange, he had gained a better understanding of Houn Feng. It seemed that something within the latter possessed a remarkable ability to absorb and consume various elements—even his own unique fire within his body could be partially consumed if not careful." "If your techniques are merely these, then this battle may well come to an end..." Houn Feng slowly lifted his gaze, deep black eyes glowing with a slow, swirling purple-black light. At the center of his forehead, a clan seal gradually emerged. As this seal formed, Houn Feng's aura surged dramatically—within moments, he had instantly advanced to the three-star Domain Saint level. Witnessing Houn Feng summon his clan seal, Xiao Yan's mind stirred. A seal began to form at the center of his own forehead, and then the vast soul energy coiled there gently surged forth, manifesting a solid, tangible figure that slowly materialized beside him. "Soul duplicate..." Gazing at the soul duplicate standing beside Xiao Yan, Houn Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. He sensed that this soul duplicate was no weaker than Xiao Yan himself—indeed, the soul power he possessed was the only aspect he considered inferior to Xiao Yan's. The soul power of Tianjing's Great Perfection was such that, aside from the current peak of the Honored Hall Master, who could match Xiao Yan, no one else truly possessed the qualification to compete with him—even as a core prodigy of the Hun Clan. The entire sky was ablaze, vast five-colored flame discs slowly rotating at the horizon, violently gathering and intensifying energy within. Facing such a relentless assault from Xiao Yan, even Hun Feng's expression grew serious, his body beginning to surge with deep purple and black qi; as the qi rose, faint sparks seemed to subtly leap through it. Sensing the intense, battle-like atmosphere above, the surrounding强者 hurriedly retreated, fearing they too might become victims. "Five-Phase Separation Flame Disc!" Xiao Yan's face remained cold as he sharply pointed at Hun Feng below. Suddenly, the massive disc hovering hundreds of zhang above him roared downward, tearing space along its path, even cutting through the volcanic sea thousands of zhang beneath, creating a chasm stretching a thousand zhang wide. "Yellow Springs' Heavenly Fury!" As the disc descended, the ethereal figure beyond Xiao Yan's soul body suddenly opened its mouth, unleashing a soul-shattering surge that swept forth instantly. "Moo!" "Sky-Eating Mirror!" Following the fiery disk, the soul-wave-like soul impact arrived instantly, striking the luminous barrier in successive, powerful waves... "Hmph!" Faced with such a terrifying assault, even Huafeng's body trembled slightly, and a deep hum escaped his throat—clearly unprepared for the sheer strength of Xiao Yan's attack. Under the force of that violent energy, even the devouring power of the Tian-Shun Mirror could not fully manifest. "Break it!" In the sky, Xiao Yan gazed at the Mirror, ripples constantly spreading across its surface. With a sudden movement, he fused completely with his soul avatar. The massive, fading silhouette reared up once more and unleashed a thunderous soul-wave. "Moo!" The soul impact arrived in mere moments, and Huafeng's expression grew increasingly grim. With a flick of his foot against the void, he swiftly retreated. At the very instant of his retreat, the Tian-Shun Mirror exploded violently before him. "Hehe, thank you...!" After repelling the spiritual wind, Xiao Yan laughed loudly, then moved his body and reappeared before the black light column. With a single hand motion, he grasped it and held it firmly. "The Pure Lotus Spirit Fire—yours is now mine!"