The Nine Flames Battle Immortal Staff was retrieved, and blood slid down along the patterns on it, leaving no trace of blood on the staff itself.

Ding Hao, barely clinging to life, was filled with terror in his eyes as he kept feeding himself all sorts of pills. However, the Qi Sea Eye within his body had already collapsed, and the true Qi around him was rapidly disappearing at a visible speed.

"Your Highness! Help me!"

The fear of impending death was so intense that even Ding Hao, a veteran of countless battles, found it hard to calm down, and he kept crawling towards the peak of his power.

Qin Xin did not step forward to stop him, so Ding Hao was rendered useless by his attack and would soon breathe his last breath.

Along the way, bloodstains were left behind, and several fire toads pounced on Ding Hao, seemingly trying to absorb his inner energy.

Qin Xin was also somewhat surprised to see this.

At this moment, Ding Sheng didn't care about Ding Hao's life or death. As the Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame surged on his palm, the phantom of an ancient cauldron appeared behind him, faintly exuding bloody aura. The fresh and fishy smell of blood made Qin Xin's stomach churn.

Seizing the opportunity presented by Ding Sheng, Zhan Qingyue immediately made her move. The six-star martial spirit behind her, the Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly, with flames faintly swirling around its ice wings, transformed into a streak of light and swept directly toward Ding Sheng.

As the crimson flames swept across the ice wings, the surrounding vegetation withered rapidly, turning scorched yellow.

"Pfft! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle..."

Upon impact, a slight sound was heard, and then the crimson flames on the Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly were covered with a layer of pale purple light, with even flashes of electricity.

Ding Sheng's gaze narrowed slightly as he held his hands horizontally in front of him, manipulating the Heavenly Thunderwood Flame in his hands. He had already anticipated Zhan Qingyue's attack.

"strong!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Ding Sheng's lips, and then he uttered a soft word.

The Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame Fire Realm, like a bolt of lightning, bypassed the Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly and attacked Zhan Qingyue.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhan Qingyue's expression changed drastically. She wanted to recall the Martial Spirit Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly to block the impact of the Peak Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame.

"Buzz!"

Just as the Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly retreated, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly fluctuated, and a blood-red ancient cauldron appeared directly, its surface shimmering with red light, just like blood.

"Not good! It's the Martial Spirit at its peak, the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron!"

Zhan Qingqi shouted.

But it was too late. Zhan Qingyue's Martial Spirit Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly had already been trapped under the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron, and a constant squeaking sound could be heard.

After being enveloped by the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron, the spiritual power on the Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly seemed to be rapidly absorbed, and its body began to slowly shrink.

Faced with such a crisis, Zhan Qingyue couldn't care less about anything else. She could only divert all the true energy in her dantian to protect her body, forming a true energy armor to withstand the impact of the peak Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud was heard, and Zhan Qingyue closed her eyes tightly, as if she had already guessed the final outcome.

To her surprise, the Heavenly Thunder and Wood Flame that struck her did not cause her any pain; she only felt a burning sensation in front of her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the figure in front of her made her freeze in place.

At this moment, the Yang Fire surged in Qin Xin's hand, directly resisting the impact of the Heavenly Thunderwood Flame.

With a light clench of Qin Xin's hand, the attack of the Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame dissipated instantly.

Ding Sheng's eyes showed a hint of apprehension at Qin Xin's sudden attack and how easily he had neutralized the impact of Qin Xin's proud Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame.

He could naturally guess that the orange flame in Qin Xin's hand was Yang Fire. It could be said that the strength of the alchemist's flame was not weaker than that of the Heavenly Thunderwood Flame, but when used as an attack method, the Heavenly Thunderwood Flame was obviously superior.

Even now, when Ding Sheng unleashed his Heavenly Thunder Wood Flame attack, Qin Xin easily neutralized it with Yang Fire. This directly proves that Qin Xin's fire control and perception abilities are far superior to his own, and a surge of killing intent rose in his heart.

Ding Sheng's Heavenly Thunderwood Flame once again emitted a pale purple light, but this time, when he looked at Qin Xin, he no longer showed the same disdain as before. "It seems I underestimated you. However, in the end, you will all die by my hand."

As soon as the words fell, the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron, which was covering Zhan Qingyue's Martial Spirit Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly in mid-air, began to glow with red light from some incomprehensible red inscriptions.

Zhan Qingyue's face turned deathly pale instantly. Martial spirit is the foundation of a martial artist's cultivation. If it is directly dispersed when released, it will not have a significant impact on the martial artist's future cultivation.

But Ding Sheng's strange attack method was somewhat different; his Blood Sacrifice Cauldron seemed to be able to refine martial spirits.

Once it is completed, Zhan Qingyue's cultivation foundation will be severely damaged. Not only will her future cultivation not make any progress, but it will also cause her cultivation level to drop.

"Qin Xin, save my sister! I'll give you anything you want!" Zhan Qingqi, unable to intervene, stood anxiously to the side, her voice trembling with sobs, deeply worried about Zhan Qingyue's predicament.

Seeing Zhan Qingqi like this, Long Mu was somewhat puzzled, because he and Zhan Qingqi were quite familiar with each other when they were in the outer courtyard, and Qin Xin generally did not ignore matters concerning his friends.

However, seeing Zhan Qingqi's anxious appearance, he was also infected by her anxiety and stared at Qin Xin with a pleading look on his face.

As for Ming Ningzhu, she was not familiar with the Zhan Qingqi sisters, so she turned her head away to indicate that she was not willing to get involved in this matter.

Qin Xin naturally heard Zhan Qingqi's request. Although he was somewhat displeased with their grandfather's actions of discarding them after they had served their purpose during the Ding Dynasty, he had at least fulfilled his promise and allowed her to obtain the seed of Yang Fire.

Therefore, even if Zhan Qingqi had not made such a request, Qin Xin would not have chosen to ignore it.

In an instant, golden light emanated from Qin Xin's martial core, and the power of his martial spirit was directly poured into the Nine Flames Battle Immortal Staff in his hand, causing orange flames to rise.

"Stop dreaming! No one can stop what my Blood Sacrifice Cauldron has locked onto!"

After Ding Sheng noticed Qin Xin's actions, his expression grew even more somber, and he spoke in a threatening tone.

Holding the orange-red Yang Flame Staff in his hand, Qin Xin's eyes also showed a hint of ruthlessness. After completing his charge, the Nine Flames Battle Immortal Staff in his hand transformed into a yellow stream of light and swept out. He also uttered a soft murmur, "Oh, is that so?"

The Nine Flames Battle Immortal Staff shot towards the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron in mid-air, the orange flames emitting a constant whistling sound as they rubbed against the air.

Several fire blades simultaneously materialized behind Qin Xin and shot straight towards Ding Sheng.

Ding Sheng completely disregarded Qin Xin's attack with his fire blade, and with a light wave of his Heavenly Thunderwood Flame, he created a barrier of flames.

The incoming fire blades were quickly swallowed up as soon as they landed in the flame barrier, without making any explosion.

Although there was no sound of an explosion, Qin Xin's lips were full of smiles.

"not good!"

At this point, Ding Sheng had a premonition that something was wrong, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

After a loud noise, the Blood Sacrifice Cauldron, which had been glowing with crimson patterns, overturned in an instant. The Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly, which had been bound inside, quickly escaped and returned to Zhan Qingyue's body.

The latter's pale face instantly returned to normal. The Crimson Flame Ice Crystal Butterfly that was no longer hovering behind it, the crimson flames on its pair of ice wings trembled slightly, as if it had not yet recovered from the fear of almost being swallowed up.