"Since you enjoy watching me so much, I'll grant your wish today!" the man in white said coldly. He formed seals with both hands, and a brilliant flame appeared in his palm, constantly swelling and contracting.
Yi Chen frowned. "What are you trying to do?"
"It's been a long time since you tasted this move of mine, hasn't it? This is the most powerful Soul Skill I learned from a Titled Douluo. Its name is Flame Storm. It's incredibly powerful and also inflicts fire damage. Once it burns you, your soul will be scorched, and your consciousness will dissipate," the man in white said slowly.
"Is that so?" Yi Chen smiled faintly.
He naturally knew what Soul Skill the man in white was talking about, but he did not care in the slightest. "But that fire-attribute Soul Skill of yours seems useless, doesn't it? Your soul is only at the level of a Titled Douluo. No matter how powerful your Soul Skill is, how much strength can you actually unleash? Do you think a trash Soul Skill like that can hurt me?"
The man in white's expression grew even darker.
"I suggest you give up obediently! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Yi Chen said, narrowing his eyes.
A resentful expression appeared on the man in white's face.
He had never imagined that Yi Chen would say something so arrogant. This was nothing less than naked contempt for his strength!
But what could he do to Yi Chen?
"Let's see how long you can keep acting so arrogant!" the man in white said through gritted teeth. He poured Soul Power into the flame sphere, driving its energy to the limit.
In an instant, the flames on the sphere's surface grew even hotter, as though it had become a