Curse-light flared brilliantly, and a fire tornado as solid as substance roared from between his hands.
The flaming tornado spun as it charged at his opponent.
His opponent was furious.
If Yun Zhiyi had not severed his arm and wounded him, causing his cultivation level to plummet—
He would have killed Su Ziming in seconds by now.
Being evenly matched with a Martial Sect was simply too humiliating.
But he was no pushover either.
A halo rose around his body, rapidly expanding into a massive sphere of energy.
The two sides' auras collided with a deafening boom.
Su Ziming was sent flying backward by the backlash.
A vicious glint flashed through his eyes as the true essence within him surged like raging tides toward specific meridians.
With a low shout, his figure began to blur.
Faint ripples spread through the surrounding space.
In an instant, eight identical clones emerged around his true body.
Every clone radiated chilling killing intent.
Clone Assault Technique!
The eight figures rushed forward in one swarm, the triangular spikes in their hands likewise flashing with sharp light.
Technique—Starlight Thorn!
The two techniques stacked together, their power terrifying.
His opponent went all-out on defense, his aura spreading outward from beneath his feet and blasting away every speck of dust around him.
He raised both hands upward, erupting with blazing light and a thunderous explosion.
A powerful shockwave swept across the entire clearing once more.
Several large trees at the edge of the clearing finally gave way and crashed down.
"No matter what, you're only a Martial Sect. Don't even dream of defeating me."
"You promised your benefactor that you would find the Dragon Breath Jade Plate for him, yet you went back on your word."
"If you don't hand over the Dragon Breath Jade Plate today, not