Attached fire shone bright; separation fire blazed radiant.
Fine, fine, fine. He feigned ignorance and laid a trap to lure me into the jar... what cunning, what skill!
I was careless, but my true body was hidden in the flames. How could his spiritual perception be so keen?!
Everything had happened in an instant. Beyond his shock, Yan Heng's mind brimmed with questions.
But reality gave him no time to ponder. Sword light was already upon him, sealing off every avenue of retreat. This was nothing like the blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse he had imagined.
Only moments ago, he had been delighted that the raised platform restricted movement, allowing him to calmly arrange his vermilion flame and deploy his spell arts. In the blink of an eye, he tasted the bitter consequences. Jiang Yang's sword light trapped him fast, leaving him no room to maneuver. He could only meet it head-on.
Sword essence!
Fortunately, Yan Heng was exceptionally cautious. He had placed a Jade Talisman in his palm beforehand, just in case. Seeing the situation turn dire, he crushed it at once. A hazy halo instantly wreathed his body, exuding a sense of peace and stability.
Seven or eight streaks of sword light darted like leaping fish, nimble beyond measure, like swallows weaving and wheeling through the pillars of separation fire.
The whistling swords raised clear, trilling birdsong, making Yan Heng's heart clench. Their keen aura sent his hot blood surging, flushing his face crimson.
Clang!
Though the Jade Talisman was not a mystic artifact, the spell arts sealed within it were more powerful than one. The gleaming white fish struck the halo head-on, producing a thunderous clash of metal.
On one side, the mighty Vermilion Flame Serpent writhed across the platform; on the other, grand, righteous