As his calm words fell, four streams of Purgatory True Fire appeared out of thin air, guarding the east, south, west, and north of Weiming Lake.
"Hiss!"
"Aah!"
Screams and the crackle of scorching flesh rang out together. Upon touching the Purgatory True Fire, Qiu Sen seemed to burst into flames. Black smoke rose from his body, his limbs smelled charred, and he could no longer move.
"The Heavenly Thunder Art, the Fire Cloud Spell... Who exactly is this Jun Wangchen? He actually knows two Ancient Ghost-Driving Arts..." Master Luo had gone completely numb. Words could no longer describe the shock in his heart.
He could not imagine that a young man of around twenty could wield such heaven-defying exorcism techniques.
Moreover, judging by Jun Wangchen's relaxed demeanor, he clearly still had strength to spare.
Terrifying. Utterly terrifying!
Huang Junhao also sucked in a sharp breath. His shock reached its peak when he saw the once overwhelmingly powerful Qiu Sen trapped inside a prison of Purgatory True Fire, screaming in agony.
Jun Wangchen turned around and fixed his gaze on Wang Baiwan.
"One hundred million for your life. Was it worth it?"
"Yes, absolutely! Young friend—no, Master—you've practically given me a second life!" Having narrowly escaped death, Wang Baiwan nodded vigorously and scrambled over to Jun Wangchen. His attitude had undergone a complete reversal.
The strength Jun Wangchen had displayed was like a sword forged from a mighty river, utterly cleaving through all his contempt and doubt.
With one Heavenly Thunder Art, he had struck down three water ghosts with lightning and taken one of Qiu Sen's hands.
With one Fire Cloud Spell, he had formed a heavenly prison, trapping Qiu Sen beside Weiming Lake and leaving him nowhere to flee.
Compared with the terrifying Jun Wangchen, Master Luo was