BTTH : Emperor Yang

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"Han Feng, that Heavenly Flame is far too powerful. I'm afraid we won't be of much help here. You have your own Heavenly Flame, so you're not afraid of its terrifying heat. You should go ahead and suppress it with your methods first."

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed across the battlefield.

Hearing this, Han Feng's heart instantly sank. He turned his head and looked behind him—and almost burst out cursing on the spot.

It was the Elder Gold and Elder Silver, leading a large group of battered and bruised experts from the Black-Corner Region. They had retreated far away from the battlefield, keeping a cautious distance.

Clearly, the overwhelming power of the Invisible Fire Python's earlier attack had intimidated them. They had lost their will to fight.

Han Feng was left speechless in the wind.

Now, he was the only one standing alone in the sky. For hundreds of meters around him, there wasn't a single soul—only him and the Invisible Fire Python locked in a tense standoff.

Completely isolated.

Taking on the Fallen Heart Flame alone?

What a joke. Even Su Qian couldn't endure it—how could he?

"A bunch of cowardly trash, afraid of death!"

Han Feng cursed inwardly again, though he didn't dare make any rash moves.

He knew that the Invisible Fire Python had already locked onto him. The moment he showed even the slightest sign of retreat, the beast would pounce in an instant.

Han Feng was now riding a tiger and couldn't dismount—he couldn't advance, nor could he retreat.

"Looks like I'll have to use my trump card to suppress the Fallen Heart Flame's momentum. Otherwise, with those cautious bastards, I doubt they'll make another move to help me."

His thoughts raced furiously.

Moments later, Han Feng clenched his jaw in frustration.

His gaze turned cold as he stared at the Invisible Fire Python. A painful look flashed across his face, and with a flick of his wrist, two icy-blue jade bottles appeared in his hands.

Down below, among the ruins—

Wei Yang's eyes lit up. "Now's the time!"

Whoosh!

With a tremble, his entire body turned into a streak of black light and vanished from his original spot.

Immediately after—

Xian'er also moved, her figure flickering and swiftly disappearing.

...

As Han Feng brought out the two jade bottles—

Everyone saw a thick wave of blue cold air seep out of them.

Some sharp-eyed individuals could even see that wherever this blue chill passed, the once-scorching air suddenly turned icy cold.

The tiny moisture particles in the air instantly crystallized into shards of frost.

Crack crack~

The very air began to visibly freeze, thin sheets of frost forming and spreading outward.

"Heh." Gripping the jade bottles tightly, Han Feng let out a cold laugh.

Then, with a forceful swing, he hurled them straight at the Invisible Fire Python.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two blue jade bottles streaked across the sky, heading straight for the beast.

Han Feng slowly curled his five fingers into a fist, his lips slightly parted, ready to shout: "Explode!"

But before he could utter a word—

Swish!

A streak of black lightning flashed across the sky—

And the two blue jade bottles vanished!

"..." Han Feng.

"..." Everyone.

"???" Han Feng was completely stunned.

He frantically turned his head, scanning the surroundings for the source of the black lightning, and roared, "Who did that?!"

Swish!

Just then—

A shadowy figure flickered into view, stopping ten meters away from Han Feng before slowly revealing itself.

It was a mysterious figure completely shrouded in a wide black cloak.

"Jie jie jie~ Are you looking for me, Mr. Han Feng?" The black-robed figure let out a deep, hoarse laugh.

"You… Who are you?" Han Feng glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Where is my Heavenly Cold Qi?"

Yet in his spiritual sense, he couldn't feel the slightest trace of the two bottles of Heavenly Cold Qi, even though he had left a soul imprint on them.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared.

Only Xiao Yan had the faint trace of a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"Heavenly Cold Qi? What Heavenly Cold Qi? I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Han Feng." The black-robed figure—Wei Yang—chuckled lightly. "But I do have one little criticism for you."

TN : Heavenly Cold Qi.. in BTTH Translate as Sky Cold Air

"Criticism? What do you mean by that?" Han Feng frowned, barely holding back the fury boiling in his heart.

"We're all civilized people here. How could you just throw things around like that?" Wei Yang adjusted his wide sleeves with great leisure, speaking in a slow and composed tone.

"This is an academy, after all. How could you be so uncultured, tossing things so recklessly? What if you hit a child? Even if you didn't hit a child, damaging the plants and flowers would still be unacceptable."

"I… f*ck!" Upon hearing that, Xiao Yan was so stunned his jaw dropped, and he couldn't help blurting out a classic national curse.

"..." Everyone silently glanced at the completely ruined Inner Academy, now little more than a field of rubble. Speechless.

"..." Han Feng was nearly stunned speechless as well. His expression shifted through a dazzling array of emotions.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at Wei Yang and growled through clenched teeth, "Are you… playing me?"

"Correct! You win a prize!" Wei Yang tilted his head slightly, just enough for his chin to show from under the hood, and gave a small, mocking nod.

But just then—

"Han Feng, look out!" From afar, the golden-robed elder suddenly shouted in alarm.

"What?" Han Feng's gaze was still locked on Wei Yang, completely unaware of anything else.

By the time he sensed a gust of wind behind him, he immediately understood—

Someone was ambushing him!

Han Feng instinctively tried to turn around, but—

Too late.

A slim figure, also cloaked in a wide black robe, had somehow appeared behind him without making a sound. A delicate, jade-white hand reached out and pressed gently against Han Feng's back.

"You!" Han Feng's entire body tensed. His eyes still fixed on Wei Yang, his pupils shrank sharply.

Boom!

A powerful burst of force erupted straight into Han Feng's back.

Pfft~

Blood sprayed from Han Feng's mouth. His entire body shot forward like a cannonball.

And his trajectory?

Straight toward the Fallen Heart Flame!

"Stop!" From afar, the Elder Gold and Elder Silver were the first to react. They rushed forward, shouting.

The rest of the Black-Corner Region's experts were a beat slower, but they too charged in.

Han Feng was their boss. If something happened to him, all their efforts today would be in vain.

Unfortunately, they were too late.

...

All of this happened in a flash.

From the moment Han Feng was ambushed to when his body was launched like a projectile, barely a second passed.

And he hadn't been far from the Fallen Heart Flame to begin with—less than a hundred meters.

So when blood spewed from his mouth, he was already within twenty meters of the flame.

The Fallen Heart Flame, which had been a little stunned at first, quickly realized what was happening.

Seeing Han Feng flying toward it like an offering, a gleam of ecstasy flashed in its massive eyes.

Then, its head lunged forward.

Its mouth opened wide—and before Han Feng's horrified eyes, before the stunned gazes of everyone present—

Gulp!

The Fallen Heart Flame swallowed Han Feng whole in a single bite.

To the massive flame beast, Han Feng was no larger than a toothpick.

Everyone was dumbstruck.

Then—

BOOM!

A torrent of deep-blue flame burst from the Fallen Heart Flame's translucent body.

Screee!

The beast let out a shrill, furious roar that echoed like thunder across the sky.

A visible soundwave ripple exploded outward.

The roar had barely faded when a terrifying wave of energy surged from the massive body of the Fallen Heart Flame, causing everyone's expressions to change in an instant.

The air, which had slightly cooled moments ago, suddenly spiked in temperature once more.

It was as if the world had turned into a furnace.

As the temperature soared, boundless invisible flames spread like a sea of heavenly fire, sweeping across the battlefield.

First in the path of this onslaught—was Wei Yang.

Whoosh!

Xian'er flickered into view beside Wei Yang just in time.

With a sweep of her sleeve, a yellowish-brown vortex of fire spiraled out, enveloping the two of them in a protective cocoon of wind and flame.

"Hmm?" Wei Yang's eyes narrowed in surprise.

He suddenly noticed that the massive body of the Invisible Fire Python, which had been in plain view just moments ago, had vanished without a trace.

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