I'm Beating the Hall of Souls

Inside and outside Burning Flame Valley, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens. Great swathes of elders, deacons, and disciples from the two valleys fought together, dense as locust swarms. Some flew through the sky, others leaped through the mountains; figures were everywhere.

High in the air, Tang Zhen faced Ice Venerable from afar. Terrifying energy spilled out around them, and even space itself seemed unable to bear the strain, on the verge of collapse and fragmentation.

"Bing Xiaotian, you've surrounded Burning Flame Valley for two days now. Are you happy?" Tang Zhen asked with a smile.

Ice Venerable's face was cold as he said flatly, "I haven't broken in and slaughtered Burning Flame Valley, so what is there to be happy about?"

Tang Zhen snorted coldly. His expression instantly turned icy, forming a stark contrast with the blazing sea of fire around him.

Silver White Flame silently emerged. From the Nine Dragons Lightning Flame, ranked twelfth on the Different Fire Ranking List, nine small fire dragons shot out. Then, swelling in the wind, they transformed into divine dragons more than thirty meters long, majestic and imposing as they coiled and danced behind him.

Compared to the handsome and youthful Ice Venerable, this Old Valley Master, whose appearance could only be called unremarkable at best, muttered, "Nine Dragons Burning the Sky, go!"

The nine fire dragons let out resounding roars and pounced at Ice Venerable from every direction. The blazing Silver White Flame was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible for the weaker cultivators from both valleys to look directly at it.

Ice Venerable remained expressionless as he pointed a finger, and heaven and earth changed color.

The Blazing Flame Mountain Range, known as the "Eight Hundred Volcanoes," suffered scorching heat and drought year-round. Rain was rarely seen