Farewell

In the core region of the third level of the Heavenly Tomb, rolling mountains lay across the land like slumbering beasts. Snow upon their peaks gleamed with a cold, hard light beneath the dim sky.

Without warning, two figures crossed paths high in the air like meteors. Golden Dou Qi collided explosively with crimson firelight—it was Xiao Ling and Xiao Xuan!

The purple-red Clan Mark between Xiao Ling's brows flared brightly as streams of fire surged through his meridians and spread throughout his body. "Heavenly Fire Three Transformations!"

Before his low shout had faded, his aura soared. He thrust both palms forward, sending ten condensed streams of Heavenly Flames tearing through the air. Wherever they passed, space warped from the heat, and even the air became sizzling waves of scorching heat.

Xiao Xuan stood in midair and lightly raised his withered hand, drawing upon the surrounding natural energy. A pale cyan barrier appeared out of thin air. The instant the streams of Heavenly Flames struck it, a thunderous boom resounded through the skies. Shockwaves radiated outward from the two of them, splitting the rock layers of the mountains below and sending massive boulders tumbling down amid billowing dust.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Ling had closed in. His fist, carrying all the strength of his Dou Qi and physical body, smashed toward Xiao Xuan's face. Wherever the fist wind passed, fine black cracks were torn into space itself.

Xiao Xuan neither dodged nor retreated. With a turn of his wrist, he caught Xiao Ling's wrist. The moment their forces collided in his palm, an even more terrifying energy fluctuation erupted. The peaks of several distant mountains were sheared flat by the airwaves, shattered rocks rained from the sky like a storm, and even the clouds at the horizon