Yang Tianren's eyes flashed with a spark of fire as he snorted, "Child's play, you think you have the right to compete with me just because you killed a first-level warrior in the Condensation Realm?"
"Enough noise, hurry up and come meet your death," Li Xiaoyao said as he stepped forward, instantly closing the distance with Yang Tianren.
"Humph! Seeking death!" Yang Tianren's right palm opened and, unexpectedly, a small flame rose from the center of his palm.
The onlookers, like Zhu Daoyou and the rest, immediately cried out in surprise, "That's Brother Yang's life fire source!"
"This lad really doesn't know whether he's alive or dead. Not only is Brother Yang's cultivation level immense, but he is also an alchemist. His fire control technique is so masterful that he could reduce him to ashes in the blink of an eye."
"I truly envy the alchemists, being able to manipulate flames."
Every martial artist and cultivator looked at him with envious eyes.
