"Heh heh, brat, you can't dodge this. There's still time to beg for mercy," the old man said with a grin as his hands formed seals.
"I told you, I'd wait right here." Li Yichen smiled again. "What you might not know is that I play with fire too."
With that, he held out his right hand, and a black-and-white flame appeared in his palm.
The next instant, the flame suddenly surged into a sea of fire dozens of meters across, engulfing the golden lightning net instead. As soon as the golden lightning touched the black-and-white flames, it began melting away into particles of its original essence.
With a thought from Li Yichen, a tongue of flame whooshed out and swept the old man into it.
He was already doing everything he could to restrain the power of the Yin-Yang Twin Flames, but the old man still instantly became a roasted chicken.
Thanks to Li Yichen's careful control, the old man's clothes survived, but every last hair on his body was burned away.
"Fuck..." The old man opened his mouth and puffed out a cloud of white smoke. His eyes rolled back, and he fell stiffly to the ground with a thud.
"Grandpa..." Unable to watch any longer, Tang Ling'er immediately ran out from behind the tree and rushed to the old man's side. Through her tears, she cried, "Grandpa, you can't die! What am I supposed to do if you die?"
"He's your grandpa?" Li Yichen rubbed his nose awkwardly.
"Couldn't you have gone easy on him?" Tang Ling'er complained as she wiped her tears.
"I didn't know he was your grandpa," Li Yichen said helplessly. "Stop crying. He's fine."
As he spoke, a white flame appeared in his hand, and he slapped it onto the old man's body.