Watching Grand Spirit Master Ru Long and the other two Grand Spirit Masters turn to ash in an instant, Ming Tang's eyes bulged wider than bronze bells as he fiercely rubbed them.
As for Steward Yong Kun, staring at this scene, his lips began trembling uncontrollably.
Even from a hundred meters away from that blaze, they had been reduced to ash by the terrifying power of the fire spirit. How dreadful did the blaze itself have to be to achieve that?
Grand Spirit Master Ru Long had practically been raised by Yong Kun himself. No one knew Ru Long's strength better than he did.
With his combat strength, he could easily defeat Ru Long, but killing him would take some effort. In a head-on fight, he would need at least five moves before he had any chance of killing Ru Long.
But Ye Zhen had now incinerated Ru Long into ash from a hundred meters away. Even if he, the Steward, strained with every ounce of strength he had, he could only say, "This humble concubine truly can't do it!"
Ming Tang and Steward Yong Kun were not the only ones utterly shocked. Every martial artist present was stunned by Ye Zhen's move.
Yet Ye Zhen acted as if nothing had happened, rubbing his hands together. "Who's next? You, or you?" Ye Zhen's gaze suddenly fixed on the Heaven Temple Divine Master closest to him!
A Divine Master with third-layer World King Realm cultivation!
The instant Ye Zhen's gaze locked onto him, that Divine Master's eyes immediately filled with panic, his expression turning bleak.
But Ye Zhen did not care whether he agreed or not. With a rub of his fingers, as though snapping them, he sent a Four-Array Profound Fire Drill screaming toward the Divine Master.
That Divine Master,