The Might of Flame Blast

"Little fellow, humans can sometimes be more terrifying than the magical beasts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range."

Old Yao's voice echoed in Xiao Yan's mind.

Xiao Yan gave a faint smile. "Killing so many people is indeed quite terrifying."

"Hmm?" Old Yao was genuinely surprised. After Xiao Yan killed the Crimson Flame Tiger, he didn't have much Dou Qi left.

This mercenary group had over thirty people. Even if Xiao Yan's strength was far greater than his displayed level, he couldn't possibly take on so many opponents!

Xiao Yan turned calmly to face the Wolf Head Mercenary Group while explaining to Old Yao in his mind.

"The injuries on the second-tier magical beast, the Crimson Flame Tiger, were clearly inflicted by humans, and they don't seem that old.

Although I don't have your powerful soul force, do you think I wouldn't guess we'd encounter the mercenaries pursuing the Crimson Flame Tiger? When I attacked, I used Eight Extremes Collapse instead of Eight Extremes Soaring Cannon, which reduced the number of times I've practiced Eight Extremes Soaring Cannon."

"Not only did he judge that the Crimson Flame Tiger would be killed with one blow, but he also wanted to conserve his Dou Qi to deal with the mercenaries he might encounter."

Old Yao hadn't expected Xiao Yan to be so meticulous, despite his young age.

"Even if you have some Dou Qi left, can you handle so many of them?" Old Yao asked the key question.

"Just wait and see," Xiao Yan said with a faint smile.

Watching Xiao Yan's slow movements, He Meng roared, "Don't try to play any tricks!"

"These herbs were collected by me through sheer luck. Can you leave some for me?" Xiao Yan said with a wry smile.

The skinny, monkey-faced mercenary standing next to He Meng took out his long knife and threatened, "Kid, do you want to die?"

"No, no, no!" Xiao Yan quickly spread his hands. "I'll give them to you. You have to keep your word and let me leave."

"Hurry up and hand it over!" He Meng urged impatiently, a sneer playing on his lips. He'd only told Xiao Yan to leave the bag, not to leave himself.

"Catch!" Xiao Yan untied the bag from his waist and tossed it casually.

The mercenaries blinked, not seeing anything coming. Had this kid gone mad, daring to make a fool of them?

With years of experience in the Magical Beast Mountain Range honing his vision, He Meng vaguely saw a flash of red light streaking towards them.

His sharp senses, honed from years of living on the edge, made his skin prickle. A sense of caution flashed through his mind.

He Meng took a step back, grabbing two of his fellow mercenaries and shoving them in front of him.

Simultaneously, the Dou Qi within him spun rapidly. His originally tanned skin visibly paled.

With a thwack, the thin-faced mercenary used as a shield felt as if his abdomen had been pierced. A mouthful of blood spewed out.

"You..." He never imagined he would die at the hands of a young man, and so abruptly.

What Xiao Yan threw wasn't the bag, but a Flame Blast he'd crafted using a first-order fire attribute magic core.

The mercenaries were stunned, as if in a dream. This seemingly weak lamb had just killed one of their own in the blink of an eye.

Just then, the Flame Blast's violent energy erupted, exploding with a deafening roar.

The Flame Blast's ferocious energy was like a raging inferno from hell, instantly engulfing everything around it. The terrifying explosion was ear-splitting, with flames shooting into the sky. The monkey-faced mercenary leader bore the brunt of the attack, instantly blown to pieces. Other mercenaries close to the Flame Blast were caught completely off guard and were sent flying.

However, more mercenaries were knocked to the ground by the powerful shockwave, the intense heat scorching their skin black, their hair burning, and their armor becoming scorching hot.

For a moment, the air was filled with smoke from the Flame Blast and the groans of the injured mercenaries, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Some were burned so badly they couldn't move, while others struggled to stand but were unable to due to their injuries.

The mercenaries standing on the outer edges, who hadn't been injured by the blast, retreated rapidly, warily eyeing Xiao Yan.

The lamb they had once looked down upon had now become the sole source of this disaster.

Old Yao finally understood, "No wonder you were so confident! You actually have something like this! I didn't expect you could directly utilize a magical core!"

"That's right, you were always tinkering with these strange things when you were a child," Old Yao couldn't help but recall the dancing little iron men.

He'd thought it was quite amusing back then. Who knew that years later, that tinkering would evolve into this terrifying application.

Compared to Old Yao's excitement, Xiao Yan didn't have much of a smile on his face. He'd only managed to kill about half of them.

This was going to be tricky...

He Meng casually tossed the bloodied, mangled remains of the mercenary aside. Even though he was hiding in the rear, he was still scorched by the surrounding flames, his face flushed red.

"Good kid, I actually misjudged you," He Meng slowly exhaled, his face devoid of any amusement, replaced with solemnity.

He scanned the more than a dozen mercenaries who were still relatively intact, and shouted, "Attack! Kill this kid and avenge our brothers!"

The mercenaries weren't stupid. If they'd taken a hit from that explosive thing, they might have survived initially, but they wouldn't stand a chance now.

He Meng kicked the nearest mercenary in frustration. "What are you afraid of? If he had more of those things, he would have used them already! The fact is, he only has one."

"This kid must have inherited something from a powerful expert, maybe even a Profound Rank technique. Whoever kills him, I'll let them cultivate it first!" He Meng offered an irresistible temptation to the mercenaries.

The mercenaries hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, their eyes lit up as they looked at Xiao Yan.

A Profound Rank technique! If they had such a technique, these Doushi might even break through and become a Dou Master in their lifetime!

Old Yao urged, "Go on, if you fight with everything you've got, these mercenaries aren't your match."

"Run!" Both Old Yao and the mercenaries were stunned. Xiao Yan, who had just seemed ready to unleash a slaughter, turned tail and fled desperately into the dense forest.

As he leaped through the trees, Xiao Yan said to Old Yao, "The Flame Blast created a pretty big commotion. Who knows if there are any other companions of these mercenaries or powerful magical beasts nearby? Even if I kill them, my life is still hanging by a thread."

"That's right, you've already mastered one of the secrets to surviving in the Magical Beast Mountain Range: Always save some strength to deal with unknown dangers." Old Yao praised.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "These mercenaries think I have Profound Rank techniques and a lot of treasures. They'll fall into my hands sooner or later. No need to rush."