A faint ripple rose at his fingertip, as though a gust of dust had blown in from somewhere, struck his finger, and caught there. It began circling, forming a tiny cloud of mist that spun faster and faster at his fingertip.
He then introduced a fire-attribute technique, creating a contrast of heat and cold. Soon, fine threads of electricity began flashing incessantly through the spinning mist, like a thundercloud in miniature.
To onlookers, it looked as though a tiny, dazzling flower rested on his fingertip.
Of course, the cultivators were not blind. They all saw clearly how his palm seemed to encompass heaven and earth while lightning shone at his finger. What this Flower-Pinching Finger held was actually an electric spark.
What was he doing? His master, Qu Wuming, froze.
The disciples of the Treasure-Evolving Sect froze as well.
Guang Haoyou and the others who had followed Li Hongjiu into the Divine Fire Domain were naturally familiar with this sight. This was not their first time seeing it.
They were both excited and nervous.
Excited because their martial uncle was about to display his divine might again?
Nervous because this was no place for fighting. If he really attacked, the matter would blow up.
Those who had entered the Divine Fire Domain believed they probably understood. Their martial uncle might be planning to use heavenly thunder to knock out every opponent present. With no opponents left, he would naturally win.
It sounded absurd. How could anyone pull something like that under so many watching eyes? But the problem was that this martial uncle was an absurd man who specialized in absurd deeds. He really was capable of doing it.
Guang Haoyou felt he could not remain silent now. Otherwise, he would be failing both the sect and his martial uncle.