Fireworks

"Senior Brother Lu!!!"

At that moment, a cry filled with anguish shattered the silence. Young disciples of the Juling Society rushed out from all over the Sword-Holding Hall.

Seeing the white-clad swordsman being swallowed by the lava, they felt as if their faith were about to collapse.

Who was that man?

He was one of the greatest talents within the Juling Society. Once he had fully matured, he would be at least a deputy sect master or Grand Elder—and might even become the sect master himself.

Though he was still young, he had already reached the Wén Realm. His combat strength was formidable, far beyond that of ordinary people.

And yet.

Now.

The "Senior Brother Lu" they revered like a god had been knocked to the ground and wounded.

And judging by how miserable and battered he looked...

Had he suffered a grievous injury?

The young Juling Society disciples could hardly accept it. At the same time, they instinctively closed ranks and rushed over to save him.

"Looks like he's a major figure, even within the Juling Society."

Otherwise, these young disciples wouldn't have reacted like this.

As his thoughts turned, Jiang Yan surveyed the area. He raised a hand and aimed at the Juling Society disciples charging toward him. With a flick of his finger, a spark burst forth. It exploded in midair, swelling into countless fine golden threads of flame that rained down like a vast canopy.

In an instant, the situation changed!

The densely packed golden threads, like countless venomous snakes, streamed down from the sky at tremendous speed.

By the time the young disciples realized danger was upon them, it was already too late to dodge. They could only fight back.

They each resorted to their own methods. Some activated artifacts, some used secret