"So what if you have the Buddha Fury Fire Lotus? The Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle can scatter it all the same. You still have to die. As long as there is enough energy inside the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, it can even launch attacks on its own, so you're dead for certain."
Mohe Tian drew a deep breath and spoke as if forcing himself to stay calm.
"Oh, is that so?"
Xiao Yan answered softly, then extended one long, slender finger and lightly tapped the void. A vast expanse of space immediately began writhing at high speed. The next moment, one dazzling fire lotus after another slowly emerged from the depths of the void.
One. Two. Three.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred exquisitely beautiful, dazzling fire lotuses slowly revolved between heaven and earth, forming a sea of fire lotuses filled with artistic beauty. Yet beneath that delicate, artwork-like sea of fire lotuses lurked a heaven-shaking killing intent.
Mohe Tian had already felt his scalp go numb when he was locked onto by a single Buddha Fury Fire Lotus. Now, with over a hundred Buddha Fury Fire Lotuses all aimed at him at once, his face instantly turned deathly pale.
"What about this?"
Xiao Yan slowly raised his head and said carelessly.
"Gulp!"
Mohe Tian's throat worked with great difficulty. His body suddenly swayed, and an intense wave of dizziness immediately surged into his mind. If not for his formidable willpower, he might have been so frightened by the terrifying scene before him that he fainted on the spot.
This—how was this possible?!
Deep in his heart, Mohe Tian, who had been forcing himself to remain calm, could not help letting out an unwilling roar. How could there be such a powerful genius in this world, so strong it