Douluo: Helping my ancestors ascend to godhood

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Mo Tianxing felt a chill in his heart as he recalled the terrifying power of those two giant hands. An icy dread crept over him. "If it really was the Inner Court Dean, we've definitely messed with the wrong person this time. Han Feng, we need to figure out how to escape this place immediately."

Just as they were preparing to flee again, a cold voice suddenly echoed from behind them.

"Han Feng, there's no need for you to think about escaping, because today, you will die."

Startled, Han Feng and Mo Tianxing spun around to see two figures stepping out from the shadows.

At the forefront was a young man with a cold, sharp gaze, accompanied by a middle-aged man radiating an intimidating aura.

It was none other than Xiao Yan and Hai Bodong.

Upon seeing them, Han Feng's face twisted in shock, unease flickering in his eyes. "Who are you? How are you here?"

Mo Tianxing also fixed his wary gaze on Xiao Yan and Hai Bodong. While the young man didn't seem particularly strong, the middle-aged man's aura was anything but ordinary.

Xiao Yan sneered coldly, his icy gaze locked onto Han Feng. "Han Feng, I am the Xiao Wuya you've been searching for, but that name was merely a façade. My real name is Xiao Yan."

Han Feng's expression darkened instantly. The target he had been chasing for so long had now willingly appeared before him. A greedy and sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"Well, well, Xiao Yan. You've come straight to me. You clearly don't take me, Han Feng, seriously!"

Turning to Mo Tianxing, he barked, "Mo Tianxing, join me in killing this boy and taking his Heavenly Flame!"

But Mo Tianxing took a step back, his eyes cold as he glared at Han Feng.

"Han Feng, do you take me for a fool? Your reckless schemes have already dragged me into ruin. I've had enough."

Mo Tianxing's shrewdness made him wary. Anyone bold enough to intercept them here must have been well-prepared. There was no way this encounter was as simple as it seemed.

He even began to suspect this entire plan was a trap set for Han Feng.

"I'm not dying in this godforsaken place for you," he thought, his resolve hardening. Besides, they were both severely injured and hardly in any condition to fight.

Seeing Mo Tianxing's retreat, Han Feng was livid, glaring at him with seething rage. "Mo Tianxing, you bastard! You're cutting ties at a time like this?"

Mo Tianxing smirked, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Han Feng, I'm not your sacrificial pawn."

Turning to Xiao Yan, he addressed him with a mocking tone, "Young man, grievances belong to their rightful parties. This matter has nothing to do with me."

Xiao Yan's expression remained frosty as he replied indifferently, "You're right. You can leave."

Relieved, Mo Tianxing wasted no time fleeing the scene, his departure hasty and desperate, as if terrified of being dragged into the conflict.

Han Feng's face turned ashen as he watched Mo Tianxing's retreating figure. His teeth clenched in fury, and he spat, "Mo Tianxing, you treacherous bastard!"

But he quickly turned his focus back to his predicament. Trapped, he had no choice but to face the enemies before him.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Xiao Yan. "Xiao Yan, no matter who you are, don't think you can kill me so easily! Dream on!"

With those words, Han Feng raised his hand abruptly, igniting the Sea Heart Flame within him. Intense flames erupted, enveloping his entire body. He now resembled a blazing giant, his power surging wildly.

The air around him grew scorching, and his eyes burned with madness.

Xiao Yan and Hai Bodong exchanged a glance, their expressions resolute.

Xiao Yan sneered, his eyes brimming with unrelenting killing intent. "Han Feng, there's no escape for you today. I swore to Yao Lao that I would avenge him and eliminate you, his treacherous disciple!"

At these words, Han Feng's face paled, a deep chill seeping into his heart.

"Yao Lao? Treacherous disciple? What are you talking about?!" he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Xiao Yan stared coldly at Han Feng, his gaze brimming with chilling intent.

Taking a deep breath, his voice was low and commanding, resonating with unshakable determination. "Han Feng, you don't understand what I'm talking about? Fine. Let the person you wronged remind you."

As his words fell, a spectral shadow gradually emerged from behind Xiao Yan. The figure grew clearer until it solidified into the form of an elderly man with flowing white hair and a commanding presence—it was Yao Lao.

His fiery eyes burned with intense fury as they locked onto Han Feng.

"Yao Chen! It's you!" Han Feng's face twisted with shock, and terror flickered openly in his expression. "Impossible! I obliterated you! How can you still be alive? This can't be real!"

Yao Lao let out a cold, scornful laugh, his gaze filled with both wrath and disdain. "Han Feng, you ungrateful traitor. I treated you like a son, taught you everything I knew, and poured my heart into guiding you.

But you betrayed me, repaid kindness with malice, and even killed me.

Today, I will take vengeance with my own hands and cleanse the stain on my legacy!"

Han Feng's face contorted at Yao Lao's words, a mix of guilt and shame flashing in his eyes. However, the remorse quickly gave way to unhinged fury.

Gritting his teeth, his gaze turned feral and manic. "My fate is mine to control, not heaven's! I, Han Feng, will not die here! Yao Chen, I've killed you once, and I'm not afraid to do it again!"

Yao Lao's expression darkened, the fire in his eyes intensifying as if it could incinerate Han Feng on the spot. "Han Feng, your time is up.

Your ambition and greed have led you to the edge of destruction.

Today, you will pay the ultimate price for your crimes!"

Han Feng, now cornered, let his madness surge unchecked. He glared venomously at Yao Lao and Xiao Yan. "Come on, then! If you won't let me live, I'll drag you both to hell with me!"

Xiao Yan and Yao Lao exchanged a firm glance, their expressions unwavering in the face of Han Feng's desperation.

"Han Feng," Xiao Yan bellowed, his voice echoing with resolute authority, "today is your end!"

Yao Lao placed a steadying hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder, his tone solemn yet filled with care. "Xiao Yan, Han Feng is a dangerous foe. Stay out of this fight for now. Observe from the sidelines and wait for the right moment.

Hai Bodong and I will handle him."

Xiao Yan looked into Yao Lao's steadfast eyes, filled with trust and admiration. He nodded, retreating to a safe distance. Clenching his fists tightly, his gaze remained locked on the battle, filled with anticipation and tension.

Yao Lao and Hai Bodong shared a glance, their unspoken understanding evident. Determination and resolve radiated from their eyes as they moved forward together.

Walking side by side toward Han Feng, their imposing presence was like two towering mountains bearing down on him.

Han Feng let out a twisted laugh, his eyes gleaming with madness and hatred. "Yao Chen, Hai Bodong, you think you can kill me just like that? What a joke!"

"Come on, then! Let me see just how powerful you really are!"

With a roar, Han Feng unleashed a fiery punch, the searing Sea Heart Flame morphing into a roaring fire dragon. It surged forward, roaring as it charged at Yao Lao and Hai Bodong with devastating force.

(End of Chapter)