When it came to controlling fire, in the end, it was still a contest of soul power.
There was no need to say much about Xiao Jin's soul power, and the source of the Flame Tiger was the Three Thousand Burning Flame. How could its might be something Han Feng could withstand?
In just a short while, over a dozen charred black marks had appeared on Han Feng's body.
The glaring black on his spotless white robe made the originally sanctimonious Han Feng look a little more disheveled.
He never would have imagined that, as the number one Alchemist of the Black-Corner Region, he would actually be inferior at playing with fire to a young man who did not even look twenty.
Han Feng's aptitude could also be called that of a genius. After all, he was someone Yao Chen had taken a fancy to and carefully nurtured.
On the path of alchemy, he had his own pride.
But now that pride had been completely crushed, then trampled underfoot. How could he possibly accept that?
He suddenly exerted his strength, forcing the Flame Tiger back once more, then withdrew and retreated, swiftly pulling distance between himself and Xiao Jin.
Do not misunderstand. He was not trying to flee.
A majestic surge of Dou Qi erupted from within his body, its might so strong that it nearly surpassed that of an ordinary Peak Dou Emperor.
Of course, surpassing an ordinary Peak Dou Emperor did not mean he already had one foot in the ranks of Dou Zong.
Although with the aid of the Sea Heart Flame, he could possess the strength to crush a Peak Dou Emperor, a Dou Emperor was still a Dou Emperor in the end.
As long as he had not stepped into Dou Zong, Xiao Jin would