The silver-robed elder had yet to make a move when he suddenly sensed a subtle shift in the surrounding aura. His expression changed abruptly. Just as he was about to see who had been lying in wait, a chill that made his spine go cold rose from behind his head. In truth, what he sensed was a wave of scorching heat.
What a formidable Heavenly Immortal! His opponent had cultivated the power of fire laws to an exceedingly profound level, far beyond anything he could match now. As for Cheng Yu and Tian Zhongyu, they were even less worth mentioning.
"Someone from the Great Sun Immortal Sect?" a surprised voice rang out.
The silver-robed elder instinctively struck backward with a palm. A golden sun seemed to bloom in his palm. With a hum, two forces—similar in some ways, yet vastly different—collided. They nearly touched, forming two intertwined curtains of light.
The silver-robed elder felt a tremendous force surge toward him, and his body drifted backward more than ten miles before he could stop it. He stared in alarm at the solid-looking figure before him. With his keen eye, he could tell that the silver-haired man had not come in person; he was using a clone.
A clone already possessed such formidable strength. The immortal essence within his opponent was only slightly stronger than his own—indeed, the difference seemed limited, at least as far as the silver-robed elder could sense.
Yet his opponent's mastery of the power of fire laws was plainly more than a level above his own. For a mere Heavenly Immortal to send out a clone with such strength was truly difficult to fathom.
"Sect Master!" Cheng Yu and Tian Zhongyu, both grievously wounded and unable to fight on, grew intensely excited when they saw Lu Xiaotian's projected