Btth: Second chance of Xiao yan

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Here's the expanded Chapter 26, continuing from where we left off:

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The battlefield was in chaos. The clash of weapons, the shouts of warriors, and the rumble of distant explosions filled the air. The once-proud warriors of the Fallen Sky Sect now found themselves struggling against the overwhelming power of Xiao Yan. His body, enveloped in a fiery aura, was like a force of nature, a storm that could not be contained. Every step he took seemed to set the earth ablaze beneath his feet.

Xiao Yan's Heavenly Flame flickered with an intensity that mirrored his resolve. His cultivation had reached heights unimaginable to those who had once looked down on him, and now, standing at the epicenter of the battlefield, he was a force that none could ignore. His eyes burned with purpose, his mind clear as he surveyed the carnage around him.

Around him, his allies fought fiercely, but it was clear that Xiao Yan was the heart of the conflict. His every move was a masterpiece, a deadly dance of fire and power that left the enemy in ruins. His strength, honed through countless trials, made him an unstoppable juggernaut.

"Charge!" came a command from one of the Fallen Sky Sect's remaining elders. His voice trembled with fear, but his pride refused to break. He surged forward with a group of disciples, desperate to turn the tide.

But Xiao Yan was ready. He had faced many battles, many trials, but this was different. The power coursing through his veins was not simply the result of hard work—it was the culmination of his every struggle, his every sacrifice.

With a deep breath, Xiao Yan focused his Dou Qi, drawing on the immense energy that had been growing inside him for years. His hands moved fluidly, forming hand seals as he channeled the power of his Heavenly Flame. The temperature around him began to rise, the air growing thick with the heat of his growing power.

"Flame Dragon's Wrath!" Xiao Yan bellowed, his voice reverberating across the battlefield.

A massive dragon of fire emerged from his body, its eyes glowing with an almost sentient rage. It roared into the sky, its body coiling through the air like a serpent. The flames it released were like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path.

The disciples of the Fallen Sky Sect, who had once been confident in their superiority, now found themselves caught in the inferno. The flames tore through their formations, disintegrating everything in their path. Screams filled the air as the enemy warriors were consumed, their bodies reduced to ash in mere moments.

Elder Feng, the leader of the Fallen Sky Sect's forces, stood at the back of the battlefield, watching the destruction unfold. His expression twisted with fury as he saw his disciples fall. His pride had been wounded, and he could not let this defeat stand.

With a roar of rage, Elder Feng launched himself into the fray, his Dou Qi flaring like a storm. He was a powerhouse, one who had reached the peak of the Dou Spirit realm, and his power was not something Xiao Yan could underestimate.

Xiao Yan, however, was not intimidated. He had faced formidable opponents before, and this was no different. His Heavenly Flame flared even brighter as he locked eyes with Elder Feng. Without a word, he surged forward, his body moving like a shadow, his speed almost too fast for the eye to follow.

Elder Feng swung his palm, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that shattered the air around them. But Xiao Yan was already there, his body surrounded by a fiery barrier that absorbed the blow with ease. He grinned as he closed the distance between them.

"You're too slow," Xiao Yan said, his voice low but filled with confidence.

With a flick of his wrist, Xiao Yan unleashed a barrage of flame-infused punches, each strike carrying the weight of his years of cultivation. Elder Feng struggled to keep up, his movements growing sluggish as Xiao Yan's attacks overwhelmed him.

The battle raged on, but it was clear that the Fallen Sky Sect's forces were no match for Xiao Yan. His power had grown far beyond what anyone could have imagined. His mastery over the Heavenly Flame, coupled with his newfound strength, made him a force of nature. The remaining disciples began to retreat, fear etched on their faces as they witnessed the fall of their elders.

As Elder Feng fell to the ground, defeated and broken, Xiao Yan stood over him, his body still crackling with the remnants of his Heavenly Flame. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but his expression remained calm, almost serene.

"It's over," Xiao Yan said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of his victory. "Your sect is finished."

The battlefield fell silent. The once-confident warriors of the Fallen Sky Sect had been reduced to dust, their forces shattered. Xiao Yan's victory was undeniable. His power had been proven, and no one would dare to challenge him again.

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