At this moment, Yao Ling's gaze was fixed on the Yin-Yang Twin Flames with a hint of heat, but she also eyed Xiao Yan warily.
The few Dou Huang experts had been taken out almost instantly by Xiao Yan, one punch each. Clearly, Xiao Yan's strength was even more terrifying than Yao Ling had imagined.
Once the external enemies were dealt with, internal conflicts arose.
There was only one Yin-Yang Twin Flames. Who would get it?
"Cousin, why are you staring at me like that? Have you been conquered by my overwhelming charm?" Xiao Yan grinned, gazing at Yao Ling's pretty face.
"Bah, you really have no shame," Yao Ling said coldly.
However, when she saw Xiao Yan's muscular, powerful physique hidden beneath his black robes, she couldn't help but blush under the influence of the strange power within the ruins.
"You're really beautiful!" Xiao Yan complimented with a sincere expression.
Yao Ling didn't answer him, instead staring at the Altar before them. "Now, we should begin to break the seal."
The ancient Altar was divided into Yin and Yang. In the center, two fish, one black and one white, slowly swam.
What was strange was that the black fish was burning with white flames, while the white fish was burning with black flames.
Outside the Altar was an invisible membrane that blocked access. Touching it with a hand would result in being repelled.
"According to the information, this membrane only reacts to attacks from soul power. If it's Dou Qi or physical force, it won't do anything."
Xiao Yan clenched his fists, and with a punch comparable to a Dou Zong's full-power strike, he slammed into the membrane.
However, the membrane remained completely still.
But when he used his soul power to attack, the previously unbreakable membrane suddenly rippled.
"From my estimation, the defensive strength of this membrane is at most equivalent to a high-grade Grade 7. If the two of us join forces and attack with Soul Skills, we definitely have a chance to tear this membrane apart." Xiao Yan said while glancing around.
"What are you looking at?" Yao Ling frowned.
If we break through this membrane later, the aura of the Yin-Yang Twin Flames will definitely attract more strong individuals. You know, there are quite a few Alchemists who have entered this relic.
To avoid some unnecessary trouble, we should first do some intimidation.
Xiao Yan said as he picked up the corpses of several Dou Huangs and hung them on a long-dried ancient tree nearby.
These corpses were killed by his physical strength, and their deaths were mostly unsightly. Some were bloody and blurred, some had deformed bones, and the worst one had half of his head smashed off by Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan used ropes to hang these Dou Huang corpses on the ancient tree, and a gust of wind blew by, causing the corpses on the tree to sway like wind chimes.
However, these wind chimes had an indescribable eeriness and terror.
Seeing this, Yao Ling gained a clearer understanding of Xiao Yan's ruthlessness.
"Once we break this seal, you won't hang me on a tree like them, will you?" Yao Ling looked at Xiao Yan warily.
"Of course not," Xiao Yan said with a smile, shaking his head. "I can't wait to cherish a beautiful girl like you. How could I do something so cruel?"
"You better mean it!" Yao Ling glanced at him, took a deep breath, and then suddenly said in a low voice, "If we break this seal, who gets the Yin-Yang Twin Flames?"
Xiao Yan pondered for a moment before saying, "Since the Yin-Yang Evil Saint left it here, it means he probably has deeper plans.
Looking at the strength of the barrier, an ordinary seventh-rank Alchemist would need five to ten of them to have a chance of breaking the seal, but there is only one final owner of the different flame.
After breaking the seal, he will definitely choose a true inheritor. At that time, we can each rely on our own opportunities."
"If this different flame truly has nothing to do with me, then so be it."
He was telling the truth. Obtaining the Yin-Yang Twin Flames likely meant inheriting the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's legacy.
To ensure the safety of his inheritor, the Yin-Yang Evil Saint would probably drive everyone else out of the inheritance area. Even Xiao Yan wasn't sure if he could gain the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's favor.
After all, the identity of an Imperial Son from the Xiao Clan didn't hold much weight in front of a Dou Sheng (Emperor) who had been dead for a thousand years.
Hearing this, Yao Ling finally nodded and said, "That's for the best. In that case, let's get started."
"Alright." Xiao Yan nodded.
The next moment, an equally vast soul force erupted from his body, causing Yao Ling to be startled.
Mid-level Grade 7 soul force.
A look of disbelief flashed in Yao Ling's eyes.
Soul force was incredibly difficult to cultivate. Even she, with ancient secret techniques and the Yao Clan's resources, only reached Grade 7 at the age of fifteen.
Yet, this young man had already reached mid-level Grade 7 at fifteen. This was the first time Yao Ling, who had always been superior to her peers in soul force, had met someone even more outstanding.
I should break through to rank eight as soon as I return to the clan. Yao Ling thought to herself.
"Let's begin," Xiao Yan said, ignoring Yao Ling's gaze. He was the first to activate his soul power, transforming it into blades. These soul blades then converged, beginning to spin wildly.
"Soul Shattering Drill!" Xiao Yan shouted, his massive soul power resembling a high-speed drill, slamming fiercely against the invisible membrane.
If that blow had landed on the earlier, sinister young man, it would likely have gravely wounded him with a single strike.
The Yao Clan possessed soul cultivation methods and Soul Skills. How could the Xiao Clan be without them? After all, the most adept at soul techniques wasn't the Yao Clan back then, but the Hun Clan.
During the earth-shattering war between the two clans, with Xiao Xuan's successful breakthrough, the once-mysterious Hun Clan vanished into the river of history. All that remained was the Hun Clan's thousand-year legacy.
And most of that legacy was naturally acquired by the Xiao Clan.
The Soul Shattering Drill slammed hard against the membrane. In the eyes of the two Alchemists with powerful souls, the surface of this membrane was already rippling violently, seemingly on the verge of being broken.
"Not enough!" Xiao Yan's face flushed slightly. He glanced at Yao Ling and said, "Aren't you going to come and help?"
"I know." Yao Ling recovered from her surprise at Xiao Yan. Her soul power, which was even stronger than Xiao Yan's, once again converged into a spear and fiercely stabbed at the invisible barrier.
Boom! Two powerful soul forces simultaneously bombarded the membrane. The membrane, which was already rippling, shook even more violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.
However, the two of them bombarded it dozens of times, and the membrane seemed fragile each time, yet it was still not broken.
"Damn it, it seems like it's still a little short!" Xiao Yan's expression was grim. This membrane seemed fragile, but in reality, even the two of them working together couldn't break it.
Looking at this membrane, which was always just a little short of being broken, a hint of hesitation appeared on Yao Ling's pretty face, but then she no longer hesitated.
She put her slender, jade-like fingers into her mouth and bit down hard, and blood suddenly flowed from her fingertips.
The soul force once again gathered to form a spear. Yao Ling flicked her finger, and a string of blood beads fell into the soul spear.
A strange thing happened. The originally invisible soul spear quickly gained color under the influence of her fresh blood, turning into a blood-red spear.
"God Soul Blood Spear, go!"
Yao Ling shouted softly, and the blood-colored spear, radiating a terrifying soul force that made Xiao Yan's heart turn cold, slammed heavily against the thin membrane, which was already somewhat shaky due to Xiao Yan's previous attacks.
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