Destroying Nantian, Conquering Flying Swallow, and the Cultivators' Submission!

The Profound Flame Sword settled into Luo Chen's hand. "Just in time," he said, tilting its tip upward.

A streak of light appeared, then swelled into a blazing sun that descended upon him with no time to spare.

Blazing Sun Spell!

The blazing sun crashed down. Without waiting to see the result, Luo Chen raised his left palm and curled his fingers through a series of seals. His right hand traced patterns through the air with his sword, while arcane syllables rumbled from his lips.

When the Blazing Sun Spell erupted, a battered figure finally came into view.

Two blue water dragons, each reduced by thirty percent, detached themselves from Yan Nantian's body and charged Luo Chen from either side.

Luo Chen paid them no mind. Two streaks of black light shot from his body, one toward each dragon.

Meanwhile, he slowly pressed the Profound Flame Sword downward.

"Mountain Collapse!"

An illusory mountain of Mana began to descend through the air.

Beneath it stood the gaunt, yellow-faced man, blood at the corner of his mouth and his Dharma Robe in tatters.

He glared at Luo Chen with savage eyes and waved a long black banner toward the sky.

"Myriad Souls Formation, arise!"

The boundless black mist that had been scattered earlier erupted in thousands upon thousands of shrieks. It surged from the ground toward the illusory mountain of Mana.

In an instant, the mist became a long black dragon, roaring with bared fangs.

The Black Dragon collided with the fiery mountain.

The mountain held for a heartbeat, then abruptly crumbled.

Yan Nantian grinned viciously. "You dare show off such a paltry trick?"

With a derisive laugh, he waved the banner even more wildly. The Black Dragon formed from mist roared loud enough to shake the heavens, poised to sweep away