Watching Jason run out, Miao Mu decided not to hold back either. He leaped backward, putting some distance between them.
Those people had intended to subdue Miao Mu. Seeing him retreat inward, they quickly steadied themselves and moved to surround him.
Miao Mu took out the Holy Flame Hammer from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and looked at the burly men in front of him.
His finger spun the flint wheel. With a hiss, white flames sprang up, and Miao Mu swung his arm like he was cracking a whip.
The sudden fire instantly shattered their previously solid formation. The white holy flames burned their bodies, leaving wound after wound in an instant.
The flames burrowed beneath their skin like bone-eating insects, making them scream in agony.
At the same time, Miao Mu grabbed the cloak from the ground and draped it over himself. The runes inside the cloak lit up.
Miao Mu felt several degrees lighter, while the flames on the Holy Flame Hammer in his hand burned even fiercer. The people ahead rolled and thrashed on the ground, too consumed by the flames to care about him.
Miao Mu grabbed his cloak and charged forward with his head down.
Ra's al Ghul stood in front and watched the obviously magical flames. He raised his gold-inlaid cane and struck it heavily against the ground.
The tip of the cane hit the ground, sending a translucent ring of air spreading out from him. The holy flames burning on those people were all blasted apart by the circular shockwave.
Over his seven hundred years of life, Ra's al Ghul had spent centuries traveling the world. Whether it was Eastern alchemy or Western mysticism, he had studied it all.
His long life had made him proficient in nearly everything. Bladed