"Please lend us a hand, and kill some people," said the Golden Crow Great Saint.

The Fire Source of the Heavenly Fire family had long since gained consciousness.

It resided in the Five Elements Lotus.

And had made a pact with the Heavenly Fire family.

So in times of crisis, it would aid the Golden Crow Great Saint.

"Oh? There's an opponent you can't handle?" the Fire Source laughed.

"Seems like there's a tough adversary."

His gaze swept around the field, and then his expression gradually grew solemn.

"The Demon Race!"

He uttered these two words, with a hint of awe in his heart.

"Back then, I was but an ancient little flame, born from heaven and raised by Earth.

I had once heard the legends of the Demon Race.

They could have once ruled this world.

Unfortunately, the Demon Lord insisted on challenging the heavens, and squandered a grand opportunity.

The Demon Race declined afterward," spoke the Fire Source, the only one to have such words.

Having lived for countless eras, there are few things that can move him.

The Demon Race counts as one.

Because that race, after all, had once altered the entire world.

In the history of the Nine Domains, such occurrences are exceedingly rare.

"Senior, now that our Heavenly Fire family has allied with the Holy Court, what do we have to fear from the Demon Race," the Golden Crow Great Saint said defiantly.

"Now there's naturally nothing to fear," the Fire Source laughed heartily.

"This is the era of the Holy Court; even the Demon Race must act with caution."

"Just a little flame, daring to speak such madness," said the Crimson Blade Bull Demon angrily.

"Even if my lord was defeated, he was one who dared challenge the heavens.

Figurines like you may revel for now.

But when my race returns, you'll likely be nothing more than a tail-wagging dog begging for mercy."

With these words, the face formed by the Fire Source's condensation looked fierce.

In a cold voice, he said: "It seems there is no choice but to slay the demon today."

"Who slays whom is uncertain," the Demon Venerable Tianpeng retorted sharply.

"The rest of you, cover me," the Golden Crow Great Saint stepped forward.

Looking at Xu Zimei, he said: "Demon Lord, do you dare to battle me?"

"Why would our lord need to act against you," Bai Meng immediately stepped forward, speaking coldly.

"Bai Meng, stand down," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

Then he looked around, his voice echoing throughout the Heavenly Fire family.

"Descendants of the Heavenly Fire family, prepare a coffin for your ancestor."

His gaze fixed on the Golden Crow Great Saint, he asked: "Are you prepared to die?"

The Golden Crow Great Saint snorted, saying: "Today, by killing you, the Demon Lord, our Heavenly Fire family will make a name for itself."

"Senior, assist me," the Golden Crow Great Saint called softly.

Behind him, the Golden Crow Flame burned, the powerful fire spreading into the Eight Desolates.

"Very well," the Ancestral Flame Source also shouted.

Transforming into a torrent of flames, it surged into the True Fate behind him.

The Golden Crow let out a shrill cry, and the golden flames merged with the red flames as if coming alive.

"This flame is too weak," Xu Zimei shook his head.

If it were another principle, before using the previous Demon Lord's power, Xu Zimei might not have been confident.

But unfortunately, this type of flame was insignificant to him.

He had inherited the legacy of the Fire God Zhu Rong.

Zhurong's Flame was among the most powerful flames in existence.

Capable of devouring all flames.

When the Ancient Gods sought the Dao, Zhu Rong had perfected his flame technique.

The Heavenly Fire family is capable, indeed.

But when it comes to flames, how do they compare to the Sun Palace?

Or to the Fire God?

......

The cry of the Golden Crow echoed in the void.

Its golden wings were as dazzling as the sun.

And at this moment, the Golden Crow Great Saint shone with golden light bursting forth all over his body.

"Go," the Golden Crow Great Saint shouted.

In the firmament, the massive Golden Crow clawed towards Xu Zimei.

As the Golden Crow attacked, it seemed to obliterate and melt the heavens and the earth.

Xu Zimei merely smiled faintly.

In his hand, Zhurong's Flame flickered.

It seemed eager to devour.

"Go on, feast," Xu Zimei laughed.

Zhurong's Flame charged directly ahead.

When the two flames collided, the imagined explosive rupture of the universe didn't occur.

Instead, Zhurong's Flame clung directly onto the Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow, originally formed of fire, existed in a burning state.

And when Zhurong's Flame landed on it, it gave the impression.

As if Zhurong's Flame was incinerating the Golden Crow Flame.

The Golden Crow felt the threat, struggling desperately, flapping its wings under the firmament, and skimming the void trying to shake off Zhurong's Flame.

"What is that?" someone muttered.

"What kind of black magic is this?"

"Black magic? You probably haven't even seen the true flames of heaven and earth," Xu Zimei shook his head.

"Your Heavenly Fire family's flames are merely cheap tricks.

You presumptuously assume that the Heavenly Fire family represents the true profound meaning of the world's flames."

"Impossible," the Golden Crow Great Saint took a step back.

In disbelief, he said: "My Golden Crow Flame, after merging with the Ancestral Flame Source,

even if the Sun Palace came, I could hold my own.

How could it be devoured?"

On the firmament, the struggle of the Golden Crow grew weaker.

Until ultimately, it was completely devoured.

Zhurong's Flame seemed unsatisfied, flickering as it returned to Xu Zimei's hand.

"Is this the legendary flame of the Fire God Zhurong's Inquiry?"

The Blazing Flame Grand Envoy woman, having approached at some point, asked in amazement.

"Has the word reached the Sun Palace?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Rest assured, the Sun Palace is furious; it won't be long before they descend," the woman nodded.

Her gaze fixed intently on the Zhurong's Flame in Xu Zimei's hand.

"You've inherited the Fire God's legacy?"

"You people of the Sun Palace are indeed well-informed," Xu Zimei laughed.

"Of course, our ancestor is the Fire God's...," the woman's words trailed off as if realizing something.

She abruptly stopped and replied: "You're remarkably lucky."

"You asked me earlier about the Ancient Gods.

Have you been searching for the legacies of the various Ancient Gods?"

"Let's solve the matter at hand first before asking anything else," Xu Zimei replied.

On the firmament, the Golden Crow Great Saint's expression was grim.

He seemed unable to believe that his decisive strike had been so easily thwarted.

"Since the Golden Crow is yours, I'll return it to you," Xu Zimei waved his right hand.

The Zhurong's Flame in his hand was tossed directly out.

This Zhurong's Flame, while in the void, also transformed into the semblance of a Golden Crow, clawing at the Golden Crow Great Saint.

"Damn it," the Golden Crow Great Saint raged.

His surrounding flames intensified, and with a punch, he blasted the incoming Golden Crow apart.

Though the Golden Crow was shattered, the Golden Crow Great Saint stared blankly at his right fist.

His fist had been burned by the flames.

He knew this was an impossible occurrence.

Having always trained in flames, fire was like second nature to him.