"Since you're courting death, I'll send you on your way!"
A wisp of flame appeared at Lin Taichu's fingertips, burning slowly and releasing an incomparably powerful fiery aura. That flame was the Burning Silence Ancient Fire. Though it was only a wisp of fire, it felt even more terrifying to the crowd than true heavenly fire!
"Heavenly fire!" The crowd's hearts trembled violently as they stared fixedly at the Burning Silence Ancient Fire in Lin Taichu's hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Storms of destruction swept outward. Even the clouds in the heavens seemed unable to withstand that pressure and were torn apart.
The void was filled with a destructive aura as endless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, as though they would drown the entire void and bombard Murong Yuan.
Murong Yuan stared at those attacks, a solemn look appearing on his face. He stepped forward, his body moving swiftly, growing faster and faster. It was as if he had transformed into thousands of figures, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was his true body.
Boom! Crack! Bang... The lightning storm struck the figures Murong Yuan had transformed into. Their bodies swayed violently, as though they might shatter at any moment. Yet Murong Yuan's expression remained calm, as if he had great confidence in his defense.
Pfft... He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. The aura of Golden Flames swirling around him also dimmed somewhat. Clearly, Lin Taichu's previous barrage had injured him.
Lin Taichu frowned. The Burning Silence Ancient Fire was not a true flame, but a Weapon Spirit born from heavenly fire. By rights, it should not have been so weak.
Yet the facts lay before him. The Burning Silence Ancient Fire was indeed fragile. It could only withstand