"Again?"
Fan Dazhi cried out involuntarily, "Senior sister... surely all this fighting and killing isn't good for us? Why don't we sit down and have a proper chat... open our hearts and move each other with our love? Wouldn't that be better?"
As he spoke, Fan Dazhi dodged the silver threads coming at him and took to his heels.
He was fast, but the silver threads were faster. They slithered over the ground like spirit snakes, catching up to him in an instant. Like trailing vines, they wound around his feet, then crawled up his legs and over his entire body.
Feeling the threads lying cool as water against his body, Fan Dazhi immediately had a bad feeling. He sniffed and caught the strong fragrance of liquor. Then he saw the cluster of ghostly blue flames poised on Jin Caiyun's fingertips, and his expression turned ugly.
Deep resentment showed on Jin Caiyun's face. She flicked a finger, sending the ghostly blue flames falling. Fire instantly spread along the silver threads, and before long, Fan Dazhi was engulfed...
"The Water-Fire Soul-Destroying Formation?"
A sharp gleam flashed through Lin Qiu Chi's eyes. She said angrily, "That girl is far too vicious! How can she show so little restraint in a sparring match with a fellow disciple?"
Hearing how dangerous she made it sound, Cheng Zi Ya leaned forward, about to leap into the air. Lin Qiu Chi raised a hand to stop him. "Let's watch a little longer. Something seems... strange..."
Roasted by the flames, Fan Dazhi suffered unbearable pain. The fire kindled by the liquor was exceedingly strange. His clothes remained completely intact, yet his skin and sea of consciousness were in agony. It felt as though his divine sense were being branded, and his head threatened to split.
Liquor had