The Black Sun Catastrophe

The white-clad swordsman's body exploded.

Although fire-based cultivation techniques were among the most basic and common techniques in the Human Race's martial arts system,

there was no denying that once mastered, fire-based techniques possessed immense offensive power, with an upper limit that was almost impossible to define.

A bean-sized lamp flame was fire. So was the Golden Sun, hanging in the Nine Heavens and shining from time immemorial.

The difference between them was like heaven and earth.

It was an indescribable gap, a difference in their very nature.

As the fundamental inheritance of the Juling Society, the Juling Obscuring Sun Body granted its cultivator, in addition to its three core abilities, mastery over many basic techniques involving fire-based cultivation methods.

Boiling blood was one of them.

It could turn the power of fire inward, driving it straight into an opponent's body and using them as fuel to destroy them.

Without adequate preparation, or a cultivation method capable of countering it, it was difficult to break free in a short time.

There was only one possible outcome.

Being burned to ash.

Thus, if the opponent was below the Wén Realm, this single move would be enough to end the battle.

After all, for low-level martial artists, the destruction of their physical body meant the end of their life. No miracle could save them.

But the destruction of a Wén Realm martial artist's physical body was not a particularly fatal injury. It merely left them unable to use certain abilities.

Only when their own force and soul fused into one, forming an energy lifeform, did they embody the true nature of a Wén Realm martial artist. It was also the first step on the Human Race's path to immortality.

So Jiang Yan's battle with the white-clad swordsman was not over. It would