Li Su paid no heed to the disciples' reactions. He had little interest in Gao Feng, whom he had slapped flat on the ground. Instead, he swept his gaze over the Burning Dao Sect disciples, a trace of intrigued interest appearing in his eyes.
This man's technique was very similar to the Bright Lamp Art he had obtained. The falling firelight had actually stirred a response from the bright lamp within his body.
The Burning Dao Lamp, however, followed the path of bing fire. Its flames soared into the heavens, carrying astonishing heat, intent on reducing everything to ash.
Very interesting. Their roots were similar; there should be some connection between the two. Perhaps they had inherited a related legacy.
The Bright Lamp Art was extraordinarily remarkable. In particular, the lone lamp formed by the token had an exceptional origin, made from a congenital substance. No sect in the Nine Provinces possessed such resources or could afford to use such material.
Even if they truly intended to do so, they would likely forge it directly into a magical treasure rather than disperse it.
He could not help giving the unconscious Burning Dao Sect disciple another look. After scanning the other's body with his divine sense and confirming that there were no traces of the Bright Lamp Art within him, he no longer paid him any attention.
The main reason was that from the moment he had made his move, he had sensed gazes upon him.
They were divine senses belonging to Golden Core cultivators—and there was more than one of them—all fixed on this place, observing the battle.
The Azure Luan Sect had Golden Core cultivators here as well, and the other sects presumably did too. It was not appropriate to directly investigate the foundations of another sect's inheritance, much