The Four Directions Flags Gather, A Deal with the Western Sect

Ma Shan sized Kong Xuan up and said, "Now tell me what abilities you have to—"

Before he could finish, he froze where he stood, brilliant golden light shining over his body.

Kong Xuan, standing before him, had suddenly burst with golden radiance from head to toe. Behind him, golden peacock tail feathers spread into a fan, and on his forehead, the head of a peacock emerged, giving a soft cry.

"You—you are..."

Ma Shan stared, dumbstruck, too shocked to speak. At last, he said dazedly, "I believe you now."

Kong Xuan smiled, closed his eyes, then opened them again, and all the strange phenomena vanished. "So, if you don't want to lose the freedom you desire, you'd best listen to what my worthy younger brother says."

Lu Chuan gave a soft laugh from the side.

Ma Shan only possessed magic power at the level of the Refining Spirit Realm. Truthfully, his skill and cultivation could only be considered average.

However, his true body was the lamp wick inside the Coffin Lantern, so he was surely extraordinary. And Daoist Randeng's name as Randeng might also have had something to do with that lamp.

In any case, because Ma Shan was special, no fire in this world was of any use against him. He remembered that, originally, after Xiqi captured Ma Shan, blades and spears could not pierce him when they tried to execute him, and he was difficult to kill.

So Jiang Ziya had someone burn him with Samadhi True Fire, but Ma Shan absorbed the fire's power instead and escaped.

Lu Chuan valued this ability of Ma Shan's highly. No fire could burn him to death.

Ma Shan's expression flickered uncertainly. In the end, he gave a somewhat unwilling long sigh, which counted as tacit agreement.

"Go on down.