Tang Yu's habit of attacking without warning was decidedly lacking in martial virtue.
Flowing Fire was even faster.
The instant that spark of flame lit up.
A terrifying heat seemed to blanket heaven and earth in an instant.
The flames filling the sky contained sword qi brimming with murderous intent, twisting the surrounding space as though it could shatter at any moment.
In an instant, the sword tip was already pressed against the female cultivator's forehead.
The terrifying heat contained within that tiny flame at the tip was enough to severely wound even a Mahayana cultivator on the spot if it struck them.
At the critical moment, the male cultivator standing to the female cultivator's left reached out and blocked the strike.
A layer of cold white flame covered the male cultivator's palm.
When the two flames collided, Flowing Fire was forcibly stopped.
This bad-tempered flying sword only blazed more fiercely instead, and the surrounding sword qi surged as it pierced straight through the male cultivator's palm.
Yet the flames on the blade were unable to harm the male cultivator's body.
What he cultivated was the Dao of Fire, and he was naturally unafraid of fire techniques.
"What a formidable flying sword."
The male cultivator snorted coldly, forcibly grabbed Flowing Fire, and flung it away, sending it hundreds of miles in an instant.
Blood flowed from the wound in his palm. The female cultivator behind him saw it and hurriedly grabbed his hand, kissing it once. The wound swiftly healed as though it had never existed.
"Yuanyuan... you really do know how to care for me."
The fire technique expert looked tenderly at his woman.
"Hmph, Yuanyuan is merely too kindhearted to bear seeing you suffer. The man she loves is me."
Another male cultivator standing nearby said with an