"No need to struggle on the brink of death any longer. Become my subordinate, and you shall have glory and riches, fine clothes and exquisite food. Isn't that what the human race covets? I can give you all of it. You need only hand over that insignificant little flame to me..."
Zhu Rong spoke, his words laced with subtle temptation.
"You think... you've won?"
Ye Tian sneered, utterly unmoved by Zhu Rong's words.
"The ending is always hard to accept, isn't it?"
Zhu Rong smiled. The seven-colored spirit flame in his hand stirred restlessly as it drew ever closer to Ye Tian...
A tremendous boom rang out, followed immediately by the sound of a mirror shattering.
The barrier Zhu Rong had set up shattered in response.
Before Zhu Rong could react, a black shadow shot toward him, arriving behind him in an instant and throwing a punch.
The fist sank into flesh without a sound. It struck Zhu Rong's torso, which was wrapped in blazing flames, and the terrifying force sent him flying at once.
Ye Tian's gaze was icy as he looked at the black shadow that could be said to be in perfect accord with him.
He knew that the crisis was not yet over.
"Kid, you exhausted all your strength to break open the barrier just so I could come in and give him a hit. What made you so certain I would help you?"
The black shadow laughed darkly.
"I guessed. Clearly, I guessed right."
As Ye Tian spoke, he subtly moved his sword fingers. The one hundred and eight swords instantly returned to their positions, while all of the Glazed Fire returned to his sea of consciousness.
The black shadow before him posed no less of a threat than Zhu Rong—perhaps even greater. After all,