The lights blazed brilliantly.
Multi-Treasure Boy stared blankly at everything around him. As far as the eye could see, there were only burning torches, and the fiercest flame of all was Mystic Iron Sword Master beside him.
They had been talking at the time.
Having barely escaped Zhalong Pass with their lives, the two had been discussing how to secretly cross over to the Jiangxi Sakyamuni Land when a radiance began to shine from Mystic Iron Sword Master's body.
Then he burst into flames.
There had been no way to stop it, nor had they been given time to react. Multi-Treasure Boy could only watch as Mystic Iron Sword Master's eyes, brimming with despair, turned into two fireballs; his Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation turned to fuel. In the blink of an eye, the flames rising from his body had engulfed several cities.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Only the flames spread soundlessly. The sky, too, had been scorched crimson by the firelight. Standing amid it all, Multi-Treasure Boy felt as though he had been thrown into a pill furnace.
"Those Jiangbei devils. The First Saint Sect. What a fine Sacred Sect!"
At that moment, Multi-Treasure Boy's old hatred for the First Saint Sect was like the millions of common folk, mountains, rivers, and vast lands beneath the inferno—burned utterly clean.
Nothing remained but ash-like terror.
A million people! And countless cultivators besides! Even if he killed them himself, it would take him three days and three nights. Yet now, a single blaze had set them all alight!
How could this still be called human?
The next instant, a faint breeze blew past Multi-Treasure Boy's face, carrying the searing heat beneath the flames. He could not help narrowing his eyes.
Where had the wind come from?
Multi-Treasure Boy looked around