Yang Jun roared and charged at Wang Qi.
The robe on his body had already been scorched yellow and curled by the heat, losing all effectiveness. The moment Yang Jun launched his attack, the robe actually burst into flames on its own.
Wang Qi sucked in a sharp breath. It was true that the Tian Shang Jue could raise temperatures without limit, but that required sufficient mana and avoiding setting oneself on fire. It was not impossible for Wang Qi to use the Tian Shang Jue to ignite his own robe, but before the robe caught fire, his skin would have burned away.
What peerless cultivation technique had this guy practiced to make heat surge to such a terrifying extent?
Wang Qi swung his sword, continuously parrying Yang Jun's fists. His swordsmanship was far inferior to his unarmed combat skills. Although he had a solid foundation in basic sword techniques, the core secrets of the Misty Unfixed Cloud Sword from Unforgiving Taoist's manuscript had allowed him a glimpse of the summit of swordsmanship, making his future path in the sword Dao smooth and open. But not now.
He had found the gate into the mountain and seen its peak. Yet he had not found the road leading to that peak.
Wang Qi could not even incorporate the Unpredictable Heavenly Change Formula into his swordsmanship.
The result of his inadequate swordsmanship was that Wang Qi retreated step by step.
Very quickly, Wang Qi realized this could not continue. The flying sword in his hand had also been heated red, and the spell inscriptions within were beginning to suffer damage. The sword's gleam became unstable, and its power gradually declined.
Enduring the searing heat that seemed ready to burn through his lungs, Wang Qi inhaled a mouthful of scorching air. This crudely