"Someone else has arrived?"
His gaze swept over the Wind Lightning Pavilion's spirit vessel in the distant sky. The Demon Flower Evil Lord snapped his folding fan shut, and the smile gradually faded from his face.
He was not reckless. Reaching the rank of Four-Star Dou Zun had taken more than talent; it had also required a mind that knew how to judge the situation.
This place was extremely close to the Flower Sect. Although rumors claimed that its leader, Hua Yu, had already passed away, the sect still had two old monsters who had remained secluded for years—the Half-Saint experts known as the Azure Hua Two Immortals.
If he truly pushed the Flower Sect too far and Hua Jin and the others summoned those two, either one could slap him into a pulp.
He would back off for now. Sooner or later, he would make that little wench Hua Jin utterly devoted to him.
But just as he reined in his aura and prepared to stop, something unexpected happened.
Boom!
The space directly above the Demon Flower Evil Lord's head suddenly tore apart. A pitch-black spatial rift a thousand zhang long opened like the gaping maw of a monster.
From within the rift, a gigantic hand formed from dazzling flames thundered forth, spanning a hundred zhang. Its five fingers spread wide as it descended upon the Demon Flower Evil Lord like a mountain of fire, carrying a scorching force that could burn the heavens and boil the seas!
Space collapsed inch by inch in its wake. Searing waves of heat instantly evaporated the ice and snow within a thousand zhang, sending white mist billowing into the sky.
Even the lightning energy permeating the air was driven back by that blazing aura, erupting in sharp, crackling blasts.
The strike came