Though Elder Shui and Mr. Huo were gravely injured, once recovered they were still two bona fide Peak Celestial Immortals.
United, water and fire in harmony, they were the cream of the crop.
To subdue such figures and have them serve, even for Xu Yang, would be a tremendous boon.
However, useful as they were, to him their value was limited.
His own strength rivaled the Peak of Celestial Immortal—what need did he have for more manpower?
Besides, he had no need to stoop to assassinations or lowly sneak attacks.
"Too late."
Xu Yang smiled coolly, summoning the Heaven-Burning Divine Fire with a single thought.
At the same time, ancient Evil Qi erupted from within the Immortal Realm.
Boom!
From the darkness surged a vast, endless mass of ink-black flames, pouring down like molten lava.
Behind him, the ancient Evil Qi howled, shrill and ceaseless like a tidal surge.
"You little bastard, you won't die a good death!"
"Even if this old man dies, I won't let you have it easy!"
