A Son Should Be Like Yang Ming

To deal with an old monster like Elder Tai Tan, Yang Ming unleashed the Green Lotus Core Flame at full temperature. Blue flames over a thousand degrees surrounded Elder Tai Tan, forming a terrifying Flame Ring.

Centered on him, a hollow circular ring of fire closed in.

Under the blazing heat, even the air warped violently. Waves of scorching wind blew urgently, forcing even the onlookers who had gathered to watch the spectacle to retreat again and again.

When the hot wind hit their faces, those nearby felt a searing sting on their skin. The hair atop their heads curled from the heat, and only after retreating more than ten meters did they feel any better.

Tai Long stared blankly at the soaring blue flames. After a long while, a defeated, bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said:

"No wonder. When Yang Ming defeated me back then, he didn't even use his Martial Soul. So he really wasn't being arrogant."

Even his father, Taino, felt his scalp tingle at the sight before him.

Only now did Taino realize that when Yang Ming had merely cut off his ear with a single sword strike, he had actually shown mercy.

The father and son looked at each other, each seeing a trace of guilt in the other's eyes.

Compared to the outsiders, Elder Tai Tan, as the person directly involved, felt it most deeply as he stood trapped at the center of layer upon layer of scorching flames.

Elder Tai Tan's steel-needle-like hair curled at a visible rate and began to heat up, steaming continuously. Even his clothes showed faint signs of spontaneously catching fire.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the oxygen in the air grow thinner and thinner, even someone as powerful as Elder Tai Tan felt a