"Die!"
In the depths of space, Jiang Yan's gaze was cold. His right hand was like the furnace of Heaven and Earth, instantly enveloping the Huo Luo Clan powerhouse before him.
An indescribable power of flame burst forth, carrying the intent to destroy the world.
Jiang Yan had cultivated the Fire Dao from the beginning, becoming a Great Dao Lord along the way. Later, he refined the Feather Ascension Scripture from the Feather Transformation Sect. The two combined, bringing him close to becoming the origin of fire itself. He could naturally toy with the Fire Dao.
That was also why Qiang Sen had just attacked him with the Huo Luo Clan's secret technique yet failed to inflict any real damage.
"No!"
Qiang Sen cried out in shock and fury. He then felt endless dark-brown flames, fluid-like, cascading down like a waterfall and washing over him again and again.
His entire field of vision was covered by a sea of fire. Layer upon layer pinned him firmly in place, leaving him no strength to struggle.
Thump, thump, thump!
Thump, thump, thump!
His heart pounded wildly. Waves of indescribable agony surged toward him like a tsunami, drowning his body, drowning his soul, and crashing straight into his martial will.
"How is this possible? I'm the darling of flame! How could I possibly be wounded by fire?"
Only now did panic completely seize his heart.
If Jiang Yan had suppressed him with the Space Dao or some other secret technique, he might have been unwilling to accept it, but he would have had nothing to say. The victor became king and the defeated became bandits.
But what he could not accept was that Jiang Yan had actually suppressed him with the Fire Dao. Within it, he had not the slightest power to resist.