"Ho!" As the devastating aura surged forth from Xiao Yan's body, his form suddenly ignited, enveloped in vibrant pink flames that filled every corner of his being—his skin, muscles, bones, and cells—all now shimmering with the radiant heat. "Shhhhh!" The pink flames roared fiercely, yet as they surged and spread, Xiao Yan's body began to gradually become translucent, transparent even, allowing one to see clearly through the flames to his internal organs—the five viscera and six meridians—now each draped in a delicate layer of pink crystalline glaze. Even the previously vibrant green-and-red bone wings behind him began to melt slowly, eventually transforming into broad, fiery pink wings. From a distance, Xiao Yan now appeared as if forged from a translucent, pink glass, an utterly magical sight. By extinguishing the body's flame—a process of releasing the energy of the hetero-flame to its utmost and then fusing it with the physical form—it requires near-perfect, near-limiting control over the hetero-flame. For the hetero-flame is exceptionally fierce, and even after being fully refined, the human body remains relatively fragile internally. Thus, no one dares to use the hetero-flame to alter their physical constitution, not even the former Xiao Yan. However, since the birth of Xiao Yi, this long-standing vulnerability has completely vanished. Xiao Yi is spiritually connected to Xiao Yan, as one entity, and as the spirit of the hetero-flame, she commands mastery over fire unmatched by anyone in the world. She is fully capable of achieving the demanding condition of destroying the body's flame. This was the first time since emerging from the Yāo Huǒ Space that Xiao Yan had employed it, yet he was confident in its power to destroy his body. On a certain level, this very power of body-destroying flame effectively transformed him into a mobile, destructive lotus of flame, making his attacks as terrifying as a lotus bloom. The only drawback, however, was the immense amount of qi consumed to form the body-destroying flame—so great that even with Xiao Yan's current strength, it would likely only last under a minute. A minute—seemingly fleeting—but for true warriors, that single minute could decisively determine the outcome of a battle. Master Zhú, gazing at Xiao Yan with deep admiration, had once been superior to him when they first met. Now, however, he finds himself relegated to a corner, seemingly overshadowed. "I'm glad the Lianggu Ancient Dragon Clan still has a chance," the other elders remark, their faces filled with astonishment. They had expected even Xiao Yan's arrival to be no match for the relentless Northern Dragon King. Yet now, this very scene has left them thoroughly delighted. In front of the gathering, Zi Yan, who has been closely observing the unfolding events, also feels a surge of relief—Xiao Yan's sudden surge of power has brought her great comfort. "Hmph! The pretentious one! Today's outcome? No one can change it!" At the sight of Xiao Yan's transformation, the northern Dragon King's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, then emitted a cold, scornful laugh. Yet, though he spoke thus, his inner vigilance surged—Xiao Yan now radiated a sense of danger; should he grow even more careless, he would surely suffer a severe setback. With that, the Dragon King swiftly formed a seal with his blood-stained hand and roared sharply, "Blood Dragon Devouring Heaven!" "Roar!" As the Dragon King's voice resonated, the vast blood array beneath him surged violently. Blood energy began gathering above his head, gradually coalescing into a monstrous blood dragon—slightly larger than the entire Dragon Island—its form fierce and imposing, emitting a deep, thunderous roar laced with wrath and lethal intent. "Boom! Boom!" With the gathering of the blood energy, ancient Dragon Kingdom warriors on the island began to explode, their bodies disintegrating into misty blood that was absorbed into the growing blood dragon, deepening its hue and making it ever more crimson. At another section of the blood array, Cai Lin was swiftly releasing the ancient dragon族 members who had been bound, though even with her swift movements, many were still blown into blood mist. Upon seeing this, her dark brows furrowed, and with a graceful gesture of her jade hand, dozens of radiant seven-colored beams surged forth, dramatically accelerating her rescue efforts. "Hah! The Dragon Transformation Magic Array is truly the supreme art of our ancient dragon lineage. These useless ones dare to attempt its destruction—what utter folly!" Gazing at the colossal blood dragon soaring above, the Northern Dragon King's growing frenzy intensified. He cast a cold, solemn glance toward Xiao Yan, who stood not far ahead, then rose into the air, ultimately vanishing into the blood dragon's massive maw as a streak of blood light. As the Northern Dragon King entered the blood dragon's body, the dragon's luster grew even more solid, dark blood glimmers now encircling its body, its vast scales shimmering with a chilling, tangible radiance. "Roar!" The immense, blood-charged eyes of the Blood Dragon, cold and impassive, fixed upon Xiao Yan. Then, the colossal body began to slowly undulate, and suddenly, its monstrous maw opened wide, unleashing a beam of bloodlight stretching a thousand li in length—laden with a chilling, blood-thickening force, like a furious, roaring dragon charging straight at Xiao Yan. "Watch out!" Purple Yan and the others cried out as the bloodlight surged forth, feeling a palpable, terrifying power radiating from it. Should they be struck directly, even a Five-Star Battle Saint would likely suffer critical injuries on the spot. "Hah! Xiao Yan! Since you've come to me of your own accord, then your life shall be mine!" With a triumphant roar, the Northern Dragon King's voice echoed through the vast, empty space, as the bloodlight pierced through the void. Faced with the roar of the Northern Dragon King, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly opened, his dark pupils now clear and luminous, though the lotus flames within them spun with ever-increasing intensity. "This power..." Bowing slightly and quickly assessing his current state, Xiao Yan's porcelain-like face revealed a deep sense of immersion. At this moment, he had fully embodied the Pure Lotus Demon Flame. Should his Qi be sufficiently abundant, Xiao Yan could unleash the devastating, world-shattering might of the Pure Lotus Demon Flame—simply with a gesture, he could incinerate mountains and boil the seas. This was the pinnacle of the unique flames—perfect harmony between human and fire. On the entire Qi Continent, few could achieve such a level, and likely only Xiao Yan himself. A scorching, intense breath slowly exhaled from Xiao Yan's mouth. He lifted his head, gazing at the bloodlight rapidly expanding within his pupils. A gentle curve formed at the corner of his lips as he offered no defense. With a light tremor of his fiery wings, he transformed into a streak of flame, blazing directly toward the bloodlight amidst the stunned gazes of all present. And even more spectacular—a collapse as if the very foundations had been shattered! "Boom!" In the blood dragon's eyes, filled with disbelief, the bloodlight finally dissolved completely, and the figure of fire streaked through the air like a meteor, rapidly expanding in size within its gaze. "I shall not fail!" Facing Xiao Yan's assault, which surged with near-battle fury, the blood dragon embodying the Northern Dragon King displayed a surge of wild determination. Now, he had wagered everything—should he lose again, there would be no chance of recovery whatsoever! "Roar!" Blinding streaks of blood surged violently from the massive body of the blood dragon, converging at an astonishing pace into its fierce, gaping maw, ultimately forming a solid blood orb half a zhang in diameter—dark and dense, its surface threaded with veins of blood. A thick, blood-soaked aroma filled the otherwise empty space. "Whoosh!" Just as the drop of blood began to solidify, the Northern Dragon King's eyes flared with wild fury, hurling it fiercely toward Xiao Yan ahead. As the blood drop detached, the Blood Dragon instantly began to crumble, as if every single ounce of energy within him had been drained away by the very drop... "Dragon Soul Pearl! This beast—hasn't even spared the souls of our kin!" The ancient Dragon Clan members outside the blood array stared in outrage at the blood-tinged pearl. The Northern Dragon King had not only consumed their flesh, but now even their souls. Zi Yan's body trembled slightly, her gaze blazing with intense murderous intent. While the others were seething with rage, the Northern Dragon King paid them no mind. With his crimson eyes fixed upon Xiao Yan—who had not flinched at all, and who now collided directly with the blood pearl—his face split into a cruel, savage smile. "Xiao Yan," he declared, "die before me!"