Battle Through the Heavens: The Beginning of the Dou Sheng Inheritance

Chapter 135 Han Feng

"Are we just going to wait here for Han Feng to come to us?"

In a mountain range, Xiao Yan leaned against a tree, looking at Xiao Jue lying on a branch, and frowned, saying, "Han Feng shouldn't be that stupid, would he, to deliver himself to my doorstep?"

"You wouldn't understand," Xiao Jue chuckled. "Imagine you've broken through to the Dou Huang realm and are training alone. You sense the fluctuations of an unknown strange fire. What would your first reaction be?"

Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that people would die for wealth and birds would die for food. If he encountered a strange fire, he would probably risk his life for it as well.

Soon after, Xiao Jue sat up, and Xiao Yan beside him also looked solemn.

"Hehe, where did you two come from? Now that you've arrived in the Black Corner Region, why don't you head to Maple City and let Han Feng entertain you?"

As the light laughter subsided, the clear sky suddenly rippled, and a figure slowly walked in, descending from the sky and landing more than ten meters in front of Xiao Jue and Xiao Yan.

He smiled modestly and said, "My name is Han Feng, a disciple of Medicine Venerable Yao Chen."

"Oh?" Xiao Jue raised an eyebrow and nudged Xiao Yan, who was standing next to her with a cold expression.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, a cold smile appearing on his face, and said, "I am Xiao Yan, greetings to my senior brother."

"Unfortunately, my brother and I are also disciples of the Medicine Venerable." Xiao Jue chuckled, and a black and white flame rose from the fingertip of Xiao Yan beside him, which then turned blue.

With a trembling finger pointing at Xiao Yan, Han Feng gasped for breath. After a long while, a sharp, hoarse voice echoed across the sky: "What...what kind of cultivation technique do you practice?! Tell me! Tell me! Or I'll kill you!"

Seeing Han Feng's crazed state, Xiao Yan smiled, a bright smile, but one that carried a chilling coldness: "Don't you understand yourself?"

Xiao Yan's words, which sounded somewhat inexplicable to others, caused Han Feng's pupils to shrink to the size of pinholes. The unease that had been hidden deep within his heart slowly spread throughout his body.

Burn them!

Back then, in order to obtain this Burning Technique, he did not hesitate to secretly poison his own teacher, but he failed to achieve his goal. In the end, he only obtained an incomplete version of the technique. However, it was this incomplete scroll that enabled Han Feng to subdue the Sea Heart Flame and gain his current status and strength!

At this moment, a crazy killing intent directed at Xiao Yan surged forth from Han Feng's heart!

Xiao Yan sneered as he looked at Han Feng, who was filled with murderous intent. He flicked his finger, and a wisp of eerie white flame danced playfully in front of him like a sprite. Staring at the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, he chuckled, "Trying to kill me?"

His face twitched slightly, and Han Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to rush over and make Xiao Yan disappear from this world. His voice was dry and grating: "Where did you get this technique?"

Han Feng's expression changed slightly, his gaze fixed on the former's body. After a moment, his body suddenly trembled. Amidst the rising deep white flames, he seemed to faintly sense a familiar power.

He quickly searched his mind, and finally settled on an old man's figure deep in his memory!

In an instant, a sense of panic spread from the depths of Han Feng's heart. Memories from long ago resurfaced before his eyes, causing him to tremble violently.

His face, once filled with murderous intent, was now replaced by an unnatural, deathly pale color. Han Feng stared at Xiao Yan opposite him in terror. After a moment, he mustered almost all his strength to utter a voice filled with extreme horror and panic: "You...you're not dead?! How is that possible?!"

Staring at the eerie white flames, Han Feng's face froze completely. After a moment, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he hissed, "Bone Spirit Cold Flame! That old bastard actually gave you all of this? Why?!"

Xiao Yan looked indifferently at Han Feng, whose face had suddenly turned pale, and said, "Thanks to you, I met my teacher. Otherwise, my cultivation path would have been much less exciting."

"Teacher?" Han Feng's pupils shrank slightly, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yan without blinking. The deathly pallor that had just appeared on his face lessened considerably, and a more intense killing intent surged onto his face as his eyes flashed.

The news that Yao Lao was still alive came as a shock to him. As Yao Lao's former disciple, he knew very well how influential Yao Lao was on the continent back then.

Even now, the true powerhouses on the continent still have a deep memory of the Medicine Venerable who once dominated the continent. Han Feng has no doubt that if word gets out that the Medicine Venerable is still alive, countless powerhouses will come.

Most importantly, Yao Lao had an excellent reputation among those top experts, such as the so-called Venerable Feng, who had almost given him a second chance at life. Therefore, even though Yao Lao had been missing for many years, he was still relentlessly searching for his whereabouts.

He even investigated Han Feng on several occasions, but due to the lack of any evidence, he was helpless against Han Feng.

However, Yao Lao did not disappear with the wind as Han Feng had imagined. Instead, he survived. Han Feng dared not imagine what kind of predicament he would be in if Yao Lao revealed that he had secretly poisoned him back then!

At that time, the so-called Wind Venerable would probably be the first to skin him alive. Even Han Feng, a legendary powerhouse at the Dou Zun level, would not dare to provoke him in the slightest.

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As his thoughts raced, Han Feng's expression shifted between light and dark, eventually settling on a ferocious and chilling grimace. To survive, he had to silence Xiao Yan, Xiao Jue, and Yao Lao forever, for the dead were the most trustworthy people!

A murderous intent surged across Han Feng's face. He suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, and said, "You old bastard, I don't care whether you're alive or dead. Today, I'll shut all three of you up!"

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Xiao Jue looked at Han Feng with a half-smile, a black and white flame covering his body.

"Back then, I begged him so much that he refused to pass on the Burning Technique to me, and now he's given it to this brat? Does he think he's better than me?" Han Feng smiled coldly, his voice revealing an undisguised jealousy and resentment.

"If he had passed on the Burning Technique to me back then, I would still have treated him with utmost respect. But who can blame that old geezer for having bad eyesight? Doesn't he understand my talent?"

His face was slightly flushed, and Han Feng seemed a little agitated. He had always believed that if Yao Lao had been willing to pass on the Burning Technique to him back then, things would definitely be very different now.

(End of this chapter)