"Fire Luo Secret Technique: Soul Burning—die!"
"Remember, in your next life... if you even have one, don't provoke my clan again."
Qiang Sen raised a hand and pointed toward Jiang Yan, then burst into laughter. He didn't continue attacking, as though everything had already ended with the release of this secret technique.
As one of the hundred great clans of the Mother River's previous golden age, the Huo Luo Clan possessed extraordinarily powerful bloodline secret arts. There were three in all:
Bloodline Burning, Soul Burning, and the strongest secret art, Karma Flames Burning.
Though Qiang Sen had exceptional talent, he was still a junior of the Huo Luo Clan and couldn't master their highest inheritance: Karma Flames Burning.
Even so, from the moment he comprehended Soul Burning, he had become a rising star of the Huo Luo Clan. In the Dao Lord realm, he could be called a powerhouse.
After all, Soul Burning touched the soul, and the soul was the most fundamental part of any living being. If it was damaged, recovery would take a long time at best; at worst, the victim would perish outright.
This secret art was truly vicious, ruthless, and impossible to guard against.
Thus, when it struck Jiang Yan, Qiang Sen had already concluded that even if his opponent was also a Dao Lord, he was not far from death. Even if he somehow endured it, he could only be suppressed—there was absolutely no chance he could escape.
"Hmm?"
"What?"
But right at that moment, just as the two secret arts combined and were about to deliver a fatal blow, the bloodied figure standing there suddenly raised his left hand and gave Qiang Sen a casual little wave.
It was as if he were greeting him—or mocking him.
Then Jiang Yan took a step