Brought to Justice

But Xu Wuyi did not dodge.

He merely raised his right hand and pressed lightly forward.

A wisp of blue flame rose from his palm, forming a thin curtain of light before him.

The instant Li Jinsong's fist slammed into that curtain of light, his expression changed.

He felt the power of his Heart Image dissipating at an unimaginable speed.

It was not being blocked, nor was it being neutralized—it was being burned away.

The golden radiance that had condensed decades of his life's effort curled, blackened, and turned to ash the instant it touched the blue curtain of light, like paper meeting blazing fire.

He wanted to pull back his fist, but it was already too late.

The blue flames spread up from his fist, coiling around his arm before spreading across his entire body.

Li Jinsong felt a terror unlike anything he had ever known.

Not because of pain, not because of injury, but because he discovered that his control over his Heart Image was vanishing bit by bit.

The power he had once wielded as easily as his own limbs, the abilities he had been born with, the defenses once thought unbreakable—all of it was shattered beneath the burning blue flames.

He desperately tried to gather those fragmented powers, to condense his Heart Image anew, but he could not.

Because what the flames burned was not his body, but the order within it.

The order of his blood and qi circulation, the order of his mental fluctuations, the order of his Heart Image manifestation—everything was falling into chaos.

Li Jinsong's face turned deathly pale.

He stood there, trembling all over, great beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

He felt as though his Heart Image were a collapsing skyscraper, bricks peeling away one by one, beams snapping