Come out! I've been waiting for you for a long time.
In the battlefield, as the flame shot from a flick of the fingers streaked past, its scorching heat warped the surrounding space.
Mao Wanchou watched the flame tearing through the air, fear rising in his heart. The peak Spirit Soul Realm strength was enough to put him under pressure.
He desperately urged the Tidal Curse technique. A faint emerald-green sheen had gathered along the edge of the Spirit Tribulation Fan in his hand.
As the flame drew near—small though it was, yet carrying an aura as if it could destroy heaven and earth—he roared, "Tidal Hurricane!"
With that, he sent the Spirit Tribulation Fan in his hand whistling forward. It was like the boundless tide of a vast ocean surging up and crashing down. Its astonishing force swept forth and slammed into the Golden Flame.
"Whoosh!"
A hurricane that seemed to shake heaven and earth roared up, sweeping the scorching flame inside it. The next instant, a wave of searing heat blew out from the battlefield. Its blistering temperature struck like a heatwave, and in a flash, everyone felt the air grow unbearably hot.
Jin Shanshan instinctively raised a hand to shield himself from the heat, then quickly lowered it. He stared anxiously toward the center of the field and asked urgently, "Who won?"
Bi Fan narrowed his eyes, watching the two figures standing firm on the battlefield, and said nothing.
The calm scene left everyone surprised. Xi Boyun couldn't help but exclaim, "Did Mao Wanchou actually block Brother Xuanzhi's Golden Flame?"
"It seems so," Xi Jing said in a low voice.
"Hiss..." Jin Shanshan drew in a sharp breath and frowned. "No way. How could Mao Wanchou possibly be a match for Brother Xuanzhi?"
Hu Suye sighed softly.