"Blood Emperor Body?" Lin Ming threw back his head and laughed, his laughter full of boldness and unruliness.
Lin Ming's laughter rang out clearly, reaching the ears of everyone present like a warm current pouring into their chilled hearts.
"Hun Tiandi, you merely took a shortcut and barely stepped into the Half-Emperor realm, yet you dare call this an emperor body? You are only deceiving yourself. To deal with that Pseudo-Blood Emperor Body of yours, which barely counts as Half-Emperor, I have plenty of methods. Why would I need a fake one like yours!" As his words fell, Lin Ming's hands suddenly formed seals.
For a moment, as Lin Ming's hands flew and shifted, one profound seal after another, mysterious to the extreme, was struck out at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.
And as his hand seals changed, the dazzling flames coiling around him began to surge violently as though they possessed life.
In a moment, the dazzling flames rapidly split apart, separating in the sky into eight blazing flames of eight colors: black, pink, purple, transparent, blue, cyan, red, and yellow.
"They... they really are eight kinds of Heavenly Flames perfectly fused into one!" At this point, Yan Jin said, shocked.
One had to know that, as the Clan Leader of the Yan Clan, his understanding of Heavenly Flames could almost be said to be the greatest on the continent. He himself had also attempted to fuse Heavenly Flames, so he naturally knew how difficult such fusion was.
With his strength at the peak of Eight-Star Dou Saint, he could only complete the fusion of two kinds of Heavenly Flames.
It was not that he had never tried to fuse more. After all, their Yan Clan possessed more than just two kinds of Heavenly Flames.