After the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Tian Xiaojian's face began to turn ashen. The sinister wind and ghostly qi before him had already been worn away by more than half, and even the barrier formed by his treasure was beginning to totter on the verge of collapse.
This could not go on. He had weathered so many great winds and towering waves—how could he fall here for no rhyme or reason?
A strange glint flashed through Tian Xiaojian's eyes. He flipped his left hand, and a flame the size of an egg leapt up from his palm.
The outermost layer of that flame was pitch-black, like thick ink, while slightly farther in was a field of deep blue, beautiful as ten-thousand-year profound ice.
Within those two layers of flame was wrapped an inner flame the size of a walnut, snow-white and without the slightest trace of any other color.
Three-Colored Profound Ice Fire!
This divine ability's power was no small matter. However, Tian Xiaojian had not yet refined and mastered it fully—but at this moment, how could he care about so much?
Using fire to counter fire—who knew whether it would work?
"Th-this is..."
Within the blood-red barrier, the Demon Monster Nascent Soul's face revealed a look of shock. No wonder—over ten thousand years ago, the Three-Colored Profound Ice Fire had made the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces change color at the mere mention of it. How could he possibly not have heard of it?
Should this divine ability not have been lost long ago?
But very quickly, he calmed down again. If he were facing the Mystic Ice Master of old, then of course he would have no choice but to flee like a dog with its tail between its legs. However, this boy's