Among the various sects, testing disciples' cultivation was a common occurrence. Moreover, Bing Zhujun had always been strict with his disciples, so upon hearing this, Jing Ningyu naturally did not dare be negligent. After bowing to Bing Zhujun, he formed a hand seal with both hands, and seven petal-like streams of golden liquid materialized before him.
These seven petals resembled lotus petals in shape, yet they burned fiercely, giving off streak after streak of firelight that roasted the surrounding air until it crackled and popped. Clearly, these seven golden liquid-like petals had all condensed from pure True Fire.
The instant the seven True Fire petals appeared, they began dancing through the hall, transforming into seven streaks of flame. The sight was extraordinarily spectacular.
"The True Fire Scattered Flower Technique—what matters most is how you control and employ these flowing True Fire blossoms in battle." Yet Bing Zhujun immediately lowered his eyelids and said coldly, "Are you trying to make me watch you perform tricks?"
Jing Ningyu froze at once. He did not dare reply. With a shift of thought, the seven True Fire petals shot simultaneously toward Bing Zhujun.
The seven True Fire petals continuously shifted positions through the air, churning it until it seemed filled with petal-like streaks. With a boom, two True Fire petals directly facing Bing Zhujun suddenly exploded in midair, turning into two fireballs and shooting out countless liquid-like flames in a dazzling blaze.
Most spells in the world merely used Spiritual Sense to lock onto an opponent's position, then drew upon true essence to invoke heavenly might and strike that location. Once a spell's power had been unleashed, whether it fired a flame arrow or blasted out a bolt of lightning, it was like a basin of water flung out—difficult to control. Even a supreme