Flame Contest

"Who are you?" Hun Yu asked Tang Qiying, his voice carrying a condescending interrogation.

With his strength, he could naturally see clearly that Huo Xuan was no longer Huo Xuan. Only a cold, unfamiliar soul remained within, radiating a dense Soul Clan aura, yet clearly not that of an ordinary direct descendant of the Soul Clan.

He had pursued Huo Yi and Huo Xuan for so long. Just as the Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame, which he had coveted so dearly, was about to fall into his hands, the cooked duck had actually flown away. He could not accept it! Even when facing the immense figure brought by Hun Tu, someone as proud as Hun Yu could not help but demand an explanation.

Tang Qiying did not pay Hun Yu any attention at first. All his focus was immersed in this newly acquired body. Nothing felt better than returning from the dead. A soul was ultimately ethereal and insubstantial; after being reborn, even the feeling of standing firmly upon the ground filled Tang Qiying with incomparable exhilaration.

He spread his hands, palms facing upward, and stirred his thoughts slightly.

A deep, dim, faintly black flame suddenly surged up from his palms. It was the wondrous natural flame ranked sixth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, possessing the power of destruction—the Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame!

He had inherited Huo Xuan's body. After extinguishing Huo Xuan's soul origin, he had naturally gained control over this Heavenly Flame as well.

The instant this black flame appeared, Tang Qiying's insufficient control caused its destructive power to begin automatically blasting outward. Unable to bear the strain, space silently developed countless fine, web-like cracks.

Tang Qiying slowly curled his fingers inward, controlling the Heavenly Flame, which contained terrifyingly high temperatures, as it nimbly danced between them.

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