Raising the Blade to Claim the Radiant Firefly

An explosion rang out across the beach, and light burst in every direction. Where Chen Chuan's fist struck, the Spiritual Fire detonated.

The punch could not do much damage to the Rot Firefly, but that had never been his aim. He was clearing the way for the Snow Monarch Blade.

The blow scattered every trace of Spiritual Fire surrounding the Rot Firefly's skull, exposing the head beneath. A thin layer of Mutated Tissue coated it, making it a horrific sight.

Chen Chuan ignored its hideous face. He brought the long blade around from behind him, carving a graceful, deadly arc through the air. Its white-gold radiance was so dense it looked almost solid.

Sensing the pressure and danger of the blade, a vast amount of Spiritual Fire rushed toward the skull. The second layer already within it flared fiercely as well, ready to withstand the coming strike.

But just as the blade was about to hit the skull, Chen Chuan held back. Its edge skimmed past, turned deftly, and reached the point where the skull joined the body below.

He gave the blade a light sweep. The spiritual glow there, weakened by the energy drawn away a moment ago, parted easily. The glowing tendrils connecting the head to the main body were severed with it, and the enormous head dropped from its shoulders.

That cut the Rot Firefly off from the body it controlled. No matter how powerful its Mutated Tissue or how abundant its Spiritual Fire, without a body to sustain them, they were water without a source, a tree without roots! Chen Chuan immediately turned his blade and flicked the head high into the sky. Almost at the same instant, another fierce burst of light erupted from the skull!

Below it, Chen Chuan raised a hand to shield