"Good!" Huo Liaoyuan laughed in fury. Lu Ye's reaction was within his expectations. If the other man had truly resigned himself to death, Huo Liaoyuan would have looked down on him instead.
As his words fell, he raised a hand and slapped the Void before him. Spiritual Power surged around him, and with his palm as its center, a crimson disk of Spiritual Power several zhang wide rapidly spread out. Within the disk, intricate patterns interlocked and linked together, gleaming with light.
The disk of Spiritual Power seemed embedded in Huo Liaoyuan's palm. As he activated his Spiritual Power, fireballs of varying sizes sprang into existence from within it, trailing brilliant flames as they blasted toward Lu Ye like a meteor shower.
As a Cloud River Tier Nine Spell Cultivator who had spent years studying spells, Huo Liaoyuan naturally possessed remarkable attainments in the art. The moment he unleashed Meteor Fire Rain, it revealed its extraordinary might. Dense fireballs trailed crimson light, and under Huo Liaoyuan's control, they carved arcs through the air as they surged madly toward Lu Ye. Wherever they passed, even the air warped from the heat.
Lu Ye darted about, evading the first few fireballs to reach him. Amid the Meteor Fire Rain filling the sky, he slipped through every opening and charged forward at high speed.
His movements were swift, his reactions sharp—far beyond what a Tier Five cultivator should have possessed.
Boom, boom, boom...
Fireballs struck empty ground, blasted into the surface of the Deathmatch Arena, and slammed against the surrounding barrier restrictions, blooming in dazzling firelight and erupting with astonishing waves of heat.
Surprise appeared on Huo Liaoyuan's previously composed face.
Though a Tier Nine cultivator was personally dealing with a Tier Five one, he had not put much thought into it. In