The dark-red folding fan had barely opened a third of the way when waves of flame woven from seven colors burned the sky into a charred void.
Chen Lin lightly traced a fingertip across the fan, raising a string of tiny sparks that left his finger tingling.
He did not even spare Yu Cheng'an, who had retreated a thousand zhang, a proper glance. His tone was flat.
"If admitting you were wrong helped, what would I need this Seven-Flame Fan for?"
Before his words had faded, he gently pushed the fan forward.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. Just a wisp of seven-colored smoke, as gentle as a spring breeze, drifting lightly across the sky above the East China Sea.
Hiss-
The Fire Phoenix Clan's ancestor let out a scream of utter terror. The instant his enormous fire phoenix manifestation touched that wisp of seven-colored smoke, it collapsed. It could not hold out for even a moment. Feathers formed from blazing spiritual power disintegrated into great swaths of nothingness.
He desperately circulated his demonic essence, severed one of his own wings, and retreated thirty li. Gulping down the cold sea wind around him, he barely managed to halt the red lotus karmic fire that tried to burrow into his marrow like maggots.
The remaining nine Deity Transformation Ancestors turned ashen.
"Honored Chen Lin! The Great Yu Dynasty is willing to withdraw from the East and swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao! For the next hundred years, wherever anyone of Huaxia blood survives, Great Yu's cavalry will give them a wide berth!"
The Black Dragon Robe Yu Cheng'an wore was already soaked in sweat. He bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of life-bound essence blood bearing golden dao laws hovered before him. Without the slightest hesitation, he swore