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A Earth Class Dou Technique was still within reason—after all, his Master had taught him one before. Other than secretly cursing the seller as a "spoiled rich brat," Xiao Yan didn't have too much of a reaction.
But when he heard there would be a seventh-tier pill up for auction, he couldn't help but take in a sharp breath of air, his heart filled with utter shock.
As an alchemist, it was only natural that he longed for high-tier pills.
At this mont, he finally understood why his Master had been pushing him to co to the Black-Corner Region.
Right then, Yao Chen's chuckling voice echoed in his mind:
"Hehe, now you understand why I kept urging you to co here? As one of the most infamous black markets on the Northwestern Region, the cultivation resources here are far beyond anything the Jia Ma Empire has to offer."
"Indeed… you'll never know your true worth if you don't step out and experience the world."
Xiao Yan shook his head and gave a bitter smile.
Then, as if rembering sothing, he turned to the rchant beside him and asked again, "Uncle, what exactly is the Black Ranking?"
The rchant slapped his forehead and said, "Look at , almost forgot! The Black Ranking is pretty much like the power rankings you'd find in an empire, but the competition here is way fiercer.
Just over the past two years, the bottom three on the Black Ranking were replaced entirely. Rumor has it that even the weakest among them had been Seven-Star Dou Wang.
But now, the lowest-ranked person on the list is already a Dou Huang-level expert. So, Sir Yan Xiao, once you get to the Black-Corner Region, do not ss with any of those people."
"Oh?"
Xiao Yan's expression shifted slightly.
Back in the Jia Ma Empire, the top ten powerhouses would only see changes roughly once every decade.
But here, even Dou Wang experts were eliminated so quickly—it was hard to imagine how brutal the competition must be.
"Who are the top few on the Black Ranking then? How strong are they?"
After a mont, Xiao Yan asked quietly, a trace of curiosity in his tone.
"The first and second-ranked individuals are just too mysterious—few have ever seen them, so I don't know much.
But the third-ranked one is quite a figure. It's said he's already at the peak of Dou Huang and extrely skilled in alchemy.
He's recognized as the number one pill refiner in the Black-Corner Region. Most people respectfully call him the 'dicine Emperor.'"
The rchant paused for a mont in thought before answering.
"dicine Emperor? That's quite a title."
Xiao Yan chuckled lightly. "What's his real na?"
"Hmm, let think… I believe it's…"
"Han Feng!"
Before the rchant could finish, an excited male voice suddenly rang out from above.
"So it is him…"
Xiao Yan was just about to look up when he suddenly heard Yao Chen's voice, filled with disappointnt.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Xiao Yan asked, looking up at the man who now hovered above them, watching from midair.
"Get ready to run. That man brought four Dou Huang experts with him—he's here to kill us."
Yao Chen sighed with a bitter smile.
He had sensed their presence earlier, but by the ti he confird it, they were already surrounded.
And just as he was still wondering who it could be that wanted to ambush them, he felt a familiar aura—one from his mories.
"Dou… Dou Huang experts!"
The rchant, now staring up at the group above them—especially the wings of Dou Qi behind Han Feng—began to tremble.
He couldn't understand it at all.
Why would such a powerful expert target a rchant caravan whose strongest mber was only a Dou Shi?
Looking down at the people below, Han Feng had no intention of sparing the rchant caravan.
With a flip of his palm, a mass of dense, nearly solid Dou Qi surged violently in his hand.
The imnse energy rapidly condensed, then began to tremble at an accelerating pace.
The terrifying fluctuations made it clear that he was gathering power for a powerful attack.
The swirling Dou Qi in Han Feng's palm now emitted an intense light—so blinding it resembled a miniature sun, impossible to look at directly.
"Old man, go to hell with these ants!"
At so point, Han Feng's face had twisted into one of madness and cruelty.
With a sharp shout, he hurled the searing orb of Dou Qi downward toward the group!
"Radiant Seal!"
Though it seed like a drawn-out process, from initiation to release, the attack took only an instant.
Before the rchants below could even react, a blinding beam of light shot down from the sky.
Within the beam, the faint image of a massive handprint could be seen.
Like a falling sun from the heavens, it carried a horrifying and bone-chilling power!
Sensing the threat, Yao Chen instantly seized control of Xiao Yan's body and shot up into the sky.
At the sa ti, a giant white fla-forged ruler rapidly took shape in his right hand.
"Fla Splitting Tsunami!"
Yao Chen swung both arms downward in a mighty arc.
A ten-zhang-long beam of white energy shot out from the tip of the ruler like a blazing sword of judgnt.
Its sheer force looked as though it could split the earth in two—it was terrifyingly powerful!
The two massive waves of energy clashed midair, their trajectories like lightning bolts streaking across the sky.
And then—like two teors—they collided!
BOOM!
The mont of impact erupted in a thunderous boom. Waves of energy rippled outward like tsunami surges across the distant sky.
All of heaven and earth seed to freeze. Energy waves rolled outward, blotting out the sky and sun alike.
Even the bright sun hanging high above was montarily eclipsed.
The devastating aftermath lasted nearly ten full minutes before the energies slowly began to dissipate.
As for the rchant caravan below—originally consisting of dozens of people—they had all been completely vaporized, not even ashes remained.
Several minutes later, as the billowing energy waves dispersed, two figures slowly reappeared in the sky.
Han Feng had been blasted nearly a full 500 ter backward by the terrifying shockwave.
His eyes narrowed darkly as he looked toward Xiao Yan, who had fared similarly.
If only his cultivation technique weren't limited to High-Grade Black Class… he wouldn't have needed to use a Low-Grade Earth Class Dou Technique just now.
And this old man's recovery was far better than he had anticipated.
Still… Han Feng hadn't co alone.
Yao Chen steadied himself, locking eyes with the one he had once trusted most.
In his gaze, a chilling glint flickered.
"To think… after all these years, that traitorous brat could grow so strong with only half a copy of Fla Mantra."
Before that thought could fully settle, a ripple tore through the space behind him.
Two figures—one gold, one silver—appeared behind Yao Chen like phantoms.
A cold dread ran down his spine. Without ti to think, Yao Chen instinctively swung his white fla-forged ruler behind him to block the incoming strike!
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