Sizzle, sizzle.
The instant the golden-silver zither string collided with the Fanluo Spiritfire, the seemingly weightless little flame became an impregnable wall. The golden light surging from the zither string constantly canceled out the Fanluo Spiritfire, but the Spiritfire was being consumed more slowly than the golden light.
"Fanluo Spiritfire!" Zhao Tianyang recognized the origin of the spiritfire at a glance. His eyes bulged in disbelief. If he hadn't crossed hands with Lu Xiaotian, he would have found it hard to imagine that a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator could reach such a level. Even an ordinary great cultivator would have struggled to repeatedly withstand his successive attacks.
Seeing that he had finally blocked Zhao Tianyang's control of the true intent of metal, which was far from skillful, Lu Xiaotian breathed a deep sigh of relief. The Fanluo Spiritfire was indeed powerful, but at his current cultivation level, he still couldn't bring out its full strength. Fortunately, Zhao Tianyang's control of the true intent of metal was extremely unstable. Otherwise, Lu Xiaotian would have been in real trouble this time.
Seeing that the Fanluo Spiritfire had entangled the zither string, Lu Xiaotian sent out another flame. He wasn't doing so because he wanted to make things difficult for himself; the Fanluo Spiritfire simply couldn't move fast.
When two powerful forces met, the shifting golden light on the zither string was ultimately no match for the Fanluo Spiritfire. With a mournful cry, the golden-silver zither string was driven back by the flame. But at the same time, two other strings had torn through the coiling golden-scaled dragon carp and shot toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and retrieved the two flames of Fanluo Spiritfire. While the two zither strings were still some distance away, he once again summoned the Bat