108: Xiao Xun'er comes to the rescue

“Trash! A bunch of trash!”

With a haughty roar, Hu Jia didn't even glance at her groaning subordinates on the ground. Her phoenix-like eyes were fixed on Mo Yuhan, rage practically spewing forth.

“Good, very good! A brat who hasn’t even fully developed, relying on some wicked methods and that bizarre flame, dares to touch my Hu Jia’s people?”

Hu Jia flicked her wrist, and the crimson long whip came alive like a venomous snake. With a sharp crack, it lashed against the bluestone slab, leaving a scorched crack, its tip crackling with scorching fire-attribute Dou Qi.

“If I don’t burn you to ashes today, I’ll write my name backward!”

The pressure of a Great Dou Shi surged like a tangible wave, slamming fiercely into Mo Yuhan.

Between a three-star Dou Shi and a Great Dou Shi, there was an insurmountable chasm.

Especially since Hu Jia, as Vice President Hu Qian’s granddaughter, had a starting point in resources that Mo Yuhan could hardly hope to match.

Mo Yuhan felt his breath catch, his body involuntarily tensing. The Xuan Huang Purple Flame instinctively rose in a thin layer over his skin.

He couldn't fight head-on, but he couldn't seriously injure her either.

This thought shackled Mo Yuhan like a chain.

He took a deep breath, his Dou Qi circulating, and his footwork instantly became erratic, like willow catkins in the wind.

“Phoenix Flight Step!”

He chose to evade.

Hu Jia’s crimson whip, accompanied by a sharp tearing sound, struck and bound like fire pythons choosing their prey, lashing out wildly.

The dense whip shadows compressed all of Mo Yuhan’s evasion space to its limit.

Each time the whip tip grazed him, the scorching heat wave caused his skin to tingle with pain.

“Flame Armor Guardian!”

Mo Yuhan uttered a low cry.

The Xuan Huang Purple Flame surged back, instantly condensing into a translucent, crystalline flame armor with purple-gold patterns flowing across his body.

The armor wasn't bulky, yet it exuded the steadiness of the earth and the scorching heat of lava.

Crack! A cunning fire whip finally broke through the Phoenix Flight Step’s evasion and lashed fiercely onto Mo Yuhan’s back.

The crystalline armor burst with purple light.

With a muffled thud, most of the Dou Qi attached to the fire whip was forcibly dispersed.

Mo Yuhan staggered forward a step, a burning pain radiating from his back, but the Flame Armor did not shatter.

More importantly, a powerful counter-shock force surged up the whip.

“Hmm?!”

Hu Jia’s wrist went numb, and the scorching sting from the whip made her frown slightly, as if she had struck a red-hot iron.

Her fighting spirit intensified in her eyes, “A turtle shell? Let’s see how many hits you can take!”

The whip shadows became even more violent and dense, like a raging storm.

Mo Yuhan gritted his teeth, dodging and parrying with difficulty amidst the whip shadows. Although the Flame Armor Guardian was strong, each time it withstood a Great Dou Shi's attack, it consumed a large amount of his Dou Qi.

Thoughts of counterattacking arose repeatedly, only to be forcefully suppressed by reason.

He could only passively defend, the space for evasion growing smaller and smaller, and his movements becoming increasingly sluggish.

“Crimson Crystal Furnace!”

Mo Yuhan seized an extremely brief interval, abruptly bringing his hands together in front of his chest.

The violent Xuan Huang Purple Flame rapidly converged and compressed into his palms.

A head-sized fire orb, forged from purple-gold crystal, instantly formed. Inside the fire orb, crimson-gold lava violently surged, emitting a heart-palpitating high temperature.

Its appearance bore some resemblance to Xiao Yan’s Angry Buddha Lotus Flame.

The fire orb, carrying a destructive howl, slammed fiercely towards Hu Jia.

This was Mo Yuhan’s most destructive long-range attack at the moment.

“Petty trick!”

Hu Jia sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

She surprisingly didn't dodge or evade. The powerful Dou Qi of a Great Dou Shi erupted, condensing into a solid flame giant shield in front of her.

Boom—!!!

The purple-gold fire orb violently collided with the flame giant shield, producing a deafening explosion.

The violent flame shockwave instantly spread, forcing Lin Fei and Xue Mei, who were worried but dared not rashly join the battle, to retreat repeatedly.

Flames soared into the sky, and smoke and dust permeated the air.

When the smoke and dust slightly dispersed, only the flame giant shield in front of Hu Jia was seen, its light much dimmer and covered with spiderweb-like cracks, but it ultimately did not shatter.

She herself was only forced back two steps, her face a bit pale, clearly having expended a good deal of energy, but she was unharmed.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Hu Jia shook her slightly numb arm, looking at Mo Yuhan opposite her, whose aura was noticeably weak and face pale from using Crimson Crystal Furnace. A cruel arc formed at the corner of her mouth, “It’s time to end this, brat!”

The Dou Qi within her body poured out without reservation, infusing into the crimson long whip.

The long whip hummed, glowing with a brilliant red light, like a awakened flame flood dragon.

The whip body trembled violently, tearing through the air with a sharp shriek.

This was her full-power strike, intended to completely defeat Mo Yuhan.

“Burning Dragon Devouring Heart!”

The crimson flame flood dragon, carrying the fierce might to incinerate all, tore through the air and lunged directly at Mo Yuhan, whose Dou Qi was largely depleted and movements sluggish.

He couldn't dodge!

“(Little Han Han) Yu Han, be careful!” Lin Fei and Xue Mei exclaimed.

Just at this critical moment.

A golden stream of light, like the dawn breaking through the night, suddenly cut into the battlefield at a speed that surpassed everyone’s visual perception limit.

It appeared with unparalleled precision between the sky-burning, earth-devouring flame flood dragon and Mo Yuhan.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no violent energy impact.

Only an extremely faint “ding” sound, like breaking glass.

The imposing flame flood dragon, powerful enough to heavily injure a Great Dou Shi, upon contact with that seemingly slender and delicate golden stream of light, strangely dissipated silently, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The crimson flame energy was as if forcibly wiped away by an invisible giant hand, decomposing into the most primitive Dou Qi light points, then completely annihilating in the air. Not even a trace of scorching aura remained.

The violent energy storm abruptly ceased.

A deathly silence enveloped everyone present.

Mo Yuhan only felt a gentle yet irresistible force lightly brush past his body, pushing him back several feet from his original position, perfectly avoiding the residual energy turbulence after the flame flood dragon dissipated.

He looked up, still shaken.

A young woman stood quietly in the spot where he had just been.

She wore a light green academy gown, her figure graceful, her temperament as clear and cold as a secluded orchid in an empty valley.

A golden flame phantom flashed around her body, so quickly that one might think it was an illusion.

Her ink-like dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, accentuating the exquisite, jade-like contours of her profile.

What was most heart-stirring were her eyes; clear to the bottom, yet seemingly containing an eternal galaxy, so profound that one dared not meet her gaze.

It was Xiao Xuner.

She merely stood there quietly, without any superfluous movements, not even intentionally releasing a powerful aura.

However, everyone present felt as if they had been plunged into an icy lake, instantly falling silent.

The method of so effortlessly erasing a Great Dou Shi’s full-power attack had exceeded their comprehension.

Hu Jia’s expression completely froze, as if she had put on a clumsy mask.

The crimson whip in her hand dropped limply to the ground with a soft thud. All her attention, all her senses, were completely captivated by the green-clad young woman who had suddenly appeared before her.

Her heart pounded frantically in her chest, her blood seemingly rushing to her head in an instant, then freezing the next second.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before, almost suffocating.

She had seen countless beauties, but never had anyone, merely with a profile or a glance, made her soul tremble to its core like this young woman before her.

Her temperament, as clear and cold as the moon, as noble as a lotus, and her exquisite, unearthly beauty, instantly shattered all her arrogance and rage, leaving only a dizzying, intense longing and… a humble flutter.