After breaking through Lin Ming's Fire Curtain, Xia Xuan believed Lin Ming had run out of tricks.
Fading clouds of pink light reflected in his narrow eyes, and a savage smile curled his lips.
To him, that Fire Curtain had been Lin Ming's final trump card. Now that his Heavenly King Roar had torn it apart, this boy from the Northern Domain had nothing left to stop his assault.
Besides, he had clearly sensed how much spiritual energy Lin Ming had spent maintaining it. The purifying power within the Fire Curtain was strange, but the stronger a power was, the more energy it took to sustain. By now, the boy had likely exhausted seventy or eighty percent of his reserves. What remained would barely keep his flame giant intact, let alone allow him to fight Xia Xuan head-on.
Xia Xuan had also spent a great deal, but the Great Heavenly King Dharma Body beneath his feet still stood firm. The spiritual energy within its towering form remained like a bottomless lake, enough to sustain one final, fatal blow.
At that moment, Xia Xuan snarled, "Boy, I'll finish you with this strike!"
The words came rasping from his throat, almost like a beast's growl. The savagery on his face looked ready to spill over.
He had been driven this far, humiliated and forced to reveal every trump card. If he dragged the fight out any longer, even victory would make him a laughingstock.
So with this strike, Xia Xuan would settle everything. He would crush the Northern Domain boy who had cost him so much face.
The moment he finished speaking, Xia Xuan stamped his foot without hesitation. His boot struck the shoulder armor of the Great Heavenly King Dharma Body with a muffled boom, like a celestial drum being beaten.