Tian Anping had not known pain for a long time.
Yesterday, Lou Yue had made him taste that long-lost sensation of pain.
Today, the agony Jiang Wang brought him directly shattered the limits of his senses!
Even someone as supremely cold and almost unshakable in will as him lost control for an instant.
That vacant, helpless feeling—where he did not even know what day or night it was, where his mind was utterly blank—was something he had never experienced before. He was accustomed to controlling everything, yet at this moment, he had lost himself.
The True Source Fire Realm pushed the power of flame to its utmost limit.
The raging Samadhi True Fire directly began dismantling him on the level of the Dao, erasing his resistance, incinerating his strength, melting his Dao principles—turning him into calamity ash today.
And as he threw back his head and howled, a waterfall of molten iron poured down, instantly flooding his mouth, boiling his tongue, tearing through his esophagus, and cutting off even his cries in an instant!
In that instant of blankness, that instant of silence, everything seemed to have ended.
Crash!
An entire majestic, magnificent, mysterious, and terrifying iron-chain Ji City melted into tens of millions of cubic measures of molten iron, collapsing onto the ground and smashing out an enormous crater. At the center of this True Source Fire Realm, on the plain spread by Vermilion Flame Grass, it formed a crimson lake piled from molten iron.
Tian Anping's Dao body, devoid of all breath, fell backward and was swallowed by that lake of molten iron.
Yet Jiang Wang did not leave.
He merely stood before the lake of molten iron with his sword in hand. Expressionless, he gave the long sword a light shake, and the few drops of molten