Grand Ceremony Invitation

"Emperor Flame... seems to have fused dozens of spirit fires. It is incomparably tyrannical; even this old man's Natal Spiritual Fire could do nothing against it. Truly the Emperor of Fire, worthy of the name. This old man lost just now."

Their clash had not produced the world-destroying spectacle one might have imagined, but the instant the result emerged, the Fire Spirit Old Ancestor knew that with only a clone, he could not defeat the Heavenly Emperor before him.

"I merely gained a slight advantage this time." Xiao Ming showed no pride, only smiling faintly.

The Fire Spirit Old Ancestor shook his head. "A loss is a loss."

He then abruptly turned toward Huo Mo and Elder Yan. After pondering for a moment, he swept his sleeve, sending a torrent of blazing flames toward them and engulfing them both.

"Ah!!!"

The instant they were wrapped in flames, the two let out miserable screams, making True Monarch Ziyun and the others break out in cold sweat.

A few breaths later, the barely living pair reappeared before everyone.

Huo Mo and Elder Yan were now weak as if their lives hung by a thread, with most of their cultivation crippled.

Xiao Ming was somewhat surprised at the sight. The Fire Spirit Old Ancestor truly acted without the slightest hesitation.

In truth, the Fire Spirit Old Ancestor had his own considerations. By personally crippling their realms, they might still have a chance to recover no matter the price. If Xiao Ming acted instead, they might lose their lives.

Since that was the case, he might as well do it himself.

After crippling their cultivation, the Fire Spirit Old Ancestor still seemed unsatisfied. He pointed at Elder Yan, and a Dark Black Flame suddenly burst from Elder Yan's body.

"Huo Yan, you failed in