The orange-red fireball hung there like a blazing sun, bathing Lin Chen's body entirely in orange-red light. The low chant was nearly inaudible. After a rapid succession of hand seals, a concentrated orange-red blaze shot from the blazing sun above his head, hurtling straight toward Chen Ying'er.
In the Soul Temple's competitors' area, Chen Hongyu abruptly rose to his feet, staring fiercely at the battlefield as he cursed under his breath, "That old bastard Lin Chen is really going for the throat! He's using the Sacred Sun Curse right from the start."
The Sacred Sun Curse was a powerful spell created by Lin Chen himself. For many powerhouses, once they grew older and their Cultivation Level reached a bottleneck, it became difficult for them to improve any further. Unless they encountered an extraordinary opportunity, they would find it nearly impossible to break through again in their lifetime. Under such circumstances, in pursuit of greater power, they often devoted themselves to creating their own abilities. This was especially true for mages, because magic of every element could produce different might through different combinations.
Lin Chen was one of the finest among them. He had never expected that, after several brushes with death during the Holy War, he would still achieve another breakthrough. Before that, he had remained at peak eighth tier for nearly forty years. Over those forty years, his primary research had been the Sacred Sun Curse. After breaking through to the Ninth Tier, although this Vice Temple Head of the Mage Temple still could not wield the power of a domain, his Sacred Sun Curse had reached great completion, and his strength had soared, making him one of the Mage Temple's foremost powerhouses.
The Sacred Sun Curse was a fusion flame formed by Lin Chen combining a man's innate