"The warm-up is over, pretty boy."
Hong Xiao grinned, the two flames in his crimson eyes blazing to their utmost intensity.
"If you can withstand this next move, I'll write my name backward."
He abruptly threw back his head and roared. Every chain around him exploded at once, scattering crimson fragments across the sky.
Those fragments gathered again in midair.
They condensed into a crimson chain dozens of zhang thick, one end coiled around his right arm and the other piercing straight into the heavens.
He resembled an ancient demon god, his three-zhang-tall body looking incomparably savage beneath the crimson radiance.
The dark purple flames around him shone against the crimson chain, making him look like a primordial fiend that had crawled out of an underground abyss.
"Tyrant Blood Heaven Incineration: Dragon-Locking Break!"
Hong Xiao swept his right arm down. Like an enormous crimson dragon, the chain, dozens of zhang thick, plunged from the highest heavens.
Wherever the chain passed, space shattered completely, the flow of time fell into utter chaos, and causal lines snapped inch by inch.
The entire arena shook violently. Every cultivator outside felt their heart seize, as though something unimaginably terrifying was descending.
That chain contained the purest, most savage bloodline power within Hong Xiao.
Mixed into it were all the fighting spirit and killing intent he had accumulated over ten thousand years of cultivation. Its terrifying power was enough to crush countless universe seas utterly.
Dark red runes crowded the chain like countless stars. Each rune burned furiously, releasing searing light and heat that turned the entire chain into a crimson river of magma.
At last, Ling Juehan's expression changed.
His ice-blue pupils abruptly contracted, and his thin lips pressed into a tight line.
He brought his palms together, holding the massive bell between them.