"What is this?"
Chu Jingming struck out with his palm, sending Ye Lin flying straight away.
He then turned to look behind him.
An inexplicable flame was burning behind him, and a thread of searing pain came from his back.
"So this is your trump card?"
Chu Jingming smiled faintly at the sight, then struck out with another palm.
The flames behind him were instantly scattered by the blow.
Yet the flames transformed into countless tiny sparks that spread across Chu Jingming's entire body.
No matter how hard Chu Jingming tried, the flames only burned fiercer. By now, they had spread over his entire body.
"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?"
Watching his skin being scorched, the once-composed Chu Jingming finally lost his cool.
An incomparably terrifying aura erupted from his body, instantly suppressing the Nine Nether Prison Flame upon him.
However, the Nine Nether Prison Flame had merely been suppressed. Its burning had only slowed; in truth, it continued to burn without pause.
"Go out!"
As Chu Jingming focused on extinguishing the flames, Ye Lin slowly approached him step by step.
This was a rare opportunity.
As the distance closed and the moment arrived, Ye Lin suddenly struck, his sword hacking viciously down upon Chu Jingming's arm.
With a flash of sword light, Chu Jingming's arm was severed outright.
"Get lost!"
Chu Jingming roared, accurately seizing the Long Sword in Ye Lin's hand and using immense force to fling Ye Lin away.
Ye Lin tumbled several times through the air before crashing heavily into the distance.
"What the hell is this thing?"
In the distance, Chu Jingming's entire body burned with Nine Nether Prison Flame. He had completely become a man of fire—a man of fire struggling without cease.
No matter what means he used, the flames