Ownership of the Flames

"Then let's sit back and enjoy the show. Let's see whether, in the eyes of that archenemy Hun Feng you keep talking about, you—gravely wounded, on the brink of death, perhaps even with your foundation utterly ruined—are worth him lifting a finger to grant you release. Let's see if he thinks getting rid of a crippled rival would be a very enjoyable thing."

When Hun Yu saw the reckless madness in Tang Qiying's eyes, his face instantly turned deathly pale, and his body involuntarily tried to retreat.

But he suddenly discovered that an irresistible, invisible force of restraint had abruptly pressed in from all directions. It was neither an attack nor control, yet he could no longer return to the crowd protecting him.

Damn it! Hun Yu cursed inwardly. At present, the only person capable of silently controlling everything like this was Hun Tu.

Hun Tu had not helped Tang Qiying, but neither did he intend to let him receive help from a third party. In an instant, the fear of being isolated and helpless threw Hun Yu into a rare panic. Hunting down the Flame Clan should not have involved any threat to his life, but now it seemed that it did!

"This flame is right here. Now, I'll give it to you!"

A surge of soul power then erupted wildly from within Tang Qiying's body without warning. It instantly stimulated the Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame inside him. Pale black, vicious flames immediately enveloped his entire body, and in that moment, his body swelled sharply, like a ball inflated to its limit!

This was no act. He truly intended to self-destruct!

"Well? Young Master Hun Yu!" Tang Qiying carefully controlled his Dou Qi as he raised the Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame in his hand and held it before Hun