"Flame Breathing, Fourth Form-Blazing Flame Vortex!"
Facing the onslaught of Thunderous Might, Zhu Wuneng held a resolute gaze, his stance as firm as bedrock.
He drew a deep breath of scorching air and gripped his weapon with both hands, instantly driving the fiery power within him to its peak.
He swung his weapon fiercely. Searing flames erupted from his body like a volcano, forming an enormous vortex of fire in the air in an instant.
The vortex's center glowed fiery crimson, blazing flames dancing wildly within it and radiating dazzling light. Its edges shimmered gold, and it spun so rapidly that the wind pressure and heat waves it whipped up were suffocating.
Fire and Thunderclap collided violently in the air, unleashing powerful waves of energy. Each collision was like stars crashing together, firelight intertwining with lightning as though staging a magnificent symphony of nature.
Sheltered within the fiery vortex, Zhu Wuneng was like a god of war amid the flames, his movements nimble and swift as the wind.
The fiery vortex neutralized every lightning arrow hurtling in from all directions, swallowing Yu Zhengjun's attacks whole.
For a moment, the two reached a stalemate, but Zhu Wuneng's soul power continued to flow as though it had no end.
The grade of his soul power measured its quality; the total amount Zhu Wuneng possessed was another matter entirely. It was immense-the foundation he had honed for years, the depth of his reserves.
Yu Zhengjun's face turned ashen in the firelight. He stared at Zhu Wuneng in astonishment, an indescribable emotion welling up inside him.
He had never imagined that an unknown like Zhu Wuneng could fight him, a direct-line heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, to a standstill-and across a rank gap, no less.
While Yu Zhengjun was still reeling,