Ye Wuming had just been about to flee when the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end!
Buzz!
The sky trembled, and the wind and snow swept backward.
A blazing figure had already blocked his path.
True Lord Crimson Sun's beard and hair flared outward, flames billowing around him and vaporizing the snow filling the sky into a vast expanse of white vacuum.
"This path is barred!"
True Lord Crimson Sun's deep shout rumbled like thunder as he fiercely pressed his right palm downward through the air.
In an instant, fire-attributed spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged madly. A massive palm burning with dazzling golden flames, spanning several miles, materialized out of thin air. Carrying the might to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, it came crashing down upon Ye Wuming's head!
Before the giant palm even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already descended. The icy, snow-covered earth below instantly melted and vaporized, revealing scorched black frozen soil. Even space seemed to twist and groan beneath that extreme heat.
"Damn it! You're forcing my hand!"
Ye Wuming roared. The last trace of luck in his eyes faded, replaced by boundless fury and icy killing intent.
His black robes snapped in the wind, his long black hair danced wildly without wind, and his once cold, proud eyes turned into a pure, lifeless black, like an abyss that swallowed all light.
Fine wrinkles instantly crept across his handsome, aloof face, as though his vitality were being rapidly drained away.
Most alarming of all was the arm holding his sword. Beneath the skin, black flames seemed to be burning through his meridians, crackling faintly.
He had directly burned a portion of his natal Sword Soul!
"Sword Soul Burning: Annihilation!"
Ye Wuming let out a roar that seemed to rise from