"You know I possess the Fallen Heart Flame, so you should understand that you have no chance of winning."
Yan Qingshan looked at Ye Wuyou, who was still stubbornly holding on across from him. The flames in his palm grew increasingly scorching, their pale red glow becoming brighter and brighter as the color gradually faded until it was nearly transparent. Yet the fire's power instead surged dramatically, twisting all the surrounding space.
"Humph~~~"
Ye Wuyou merely snorted coldly and raised the black blade in his hand again. Carrying terrifying force, he swung it out fiercely. The heavy black blade wrapped in vigorous Elemental Force came hurtling forward at an extremely tricky and vicious angle, its might anything but ordinary.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Yan Qingshan flicked his fingers, sending streams of flame shooting out like arrows. Every flaming arrow struck at precisely the point where the power behind Ye Wuyou's slash was most dispersed.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The flaming arrows continuously splashed against the black blade, steadily wearing away the Dou Qi wrapped around it. His attack was blocked, yet Ye Wuyou showed no other reaction and continued forward with his blade in hand.
"Roar~~~"
Ye Wuyou charged in fiercely, and Yan Qingshan finally changed his hand seals. Countless fiery threads gathered like lightning, forming a flaming flood dragon that roared as it opened its jaws. A beam of fire filled with destructive energy shot forth, scorching through the void as it reached Ye Wuyou.
Ye Wuyou snorted coldly and brought two fingers together, tapping the flaming beam with lightning speed. A sharp blade light then erupted as he swung horizontally, forcibly tearing the beam apart.
Ye Wuyou spun as he tore through the beam, then stepped forward. The black battle saber in his hand transformed into a sharp black storm, its