Hundred Veins Burning City Palm!
As Xuan Jin struck out with his palm, a massive flaming handprint covering half the sky descended toward Han Feng's escape route, carrying an aura that could burn all things to ashes.
Within that palm print, two utterly different flame auras blended perfectly. Wherever it passed, even space twisted.
Han Feng, who had been fleeing madly, instantly felt himself locked onto by an irresistible force. The blood throughout his body seemed to freeze.
Han Feng abruptly turned his head and saw the flame handprint that blotted out the sky, as well as those familiar traces of deep blue and bone white within it!
Sea Heart Flame! Bone Spirit Cold Flame!
Han Feng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He would never forget the auras of these two Heavenly Flames, even in death!
One was the Sea Heart Flame that had once belonged to him, while the other was his teacher Yao Chen's Bone Spirit Cold Flame!
Burning Art!
This man had not only obtained his Sea Heart Flame, but also Yao Chen's Bone Spirit Cold Flame. He had even cultivated the complete Burning Art!
He had to be Yao Chen's new successor!
He had to be the mysterious man who had killed him before!
Jealousy and resentment instantly overwhelmed Han Feng's reason.
Why?!
Why had everything he had painstakingly plotted for been stolen by this fellow who had appeared out of nowhere?!
I refuse to accept this!
Han Feng let out a hysterical roar.
The Soul Hall won't let you go!
At the very moment death descended, he used all his strength to shatter a blood-red Jade Slip hidden deep within his soul.
This was a secret art of the Soul Hall, capable of transmitting one's strongest thought before death to a