Outside the Qin army's great camp, flames still barred the way.
Daoist Xuantian neither hurried nor slowed, leaning on his Dragon Head Crutch, treating the flames as if they were nothing.
Such an abnormal sight immediately drew Luo Xuan's attention.
He sat astride the Red Smoke Colt, his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body still unretracted, each hand holding a treasure. Seeing a cultivator stroll through the sea of fire as though taking a leisurely walk through a courtyard, he at once shouted sternly:
"Hey! Who are you?
This is a struggle between my Mystic Gate's Jie Sect and the Chan Sect and Literary Sect. Unrelated rabble, withdraw at once. Do not bring ruin upon yourself!
If you dare come any closer, This Seat will surely cut you down without mercy!"
Daoist Xuantian swept Luo Xuan a glance. "Little friend, withdraw your fire arts and leave.
This is not a place you should involve yourself in. Do not ruin your own Dao path."
"Arrogant!"
Luo Xuan flew into a rage. He was the Jie Sect's famed Immortal Amid the Flames, yet he had actually been contemptuously called "little friend" and ordered to withdraw?
"Wretch, since you're seeking death, don't blame me!"
He wasted no more words, urged on the Red Smoke Colt, and, together with his junior brother Liu Huan and his disciple Ma Shan, transformed into three streaks of firelight that charged straight at Xuantian!
In midair, Luo Xuan drove his divine abilities to the utmost, his three heads and six arms each holding a Spirit Treasure.
The Flying Smoke Dual Swords became crossing scarlet rainbows that strangled down;
Ten Thousand Li Cloud Smoke shot out a sky full of flaming arrows;
The torrent of fire crows from the Ten Thousand Crow Pot swelled by another three tenths;
The Five Dragon