Inside an azure hall, amid several enormous pillars shimmering with the light of restrictive seals.
Wang Yu chanted under his breath, holding one arm level. Ninety-eight crimson spell pattern symbols flickered upon it, coalescing into the phantom of a crimson blade seventy or eighty feet long.
The blade phantom itself was as red as fire, with wisps of white flame curling around its surface. It made the very space throughout the hall unbearably hot, the air as difficult to breathe as boiling water.
At the center of the blade phantom, a slender streak of red-and-white light flickered in and out of sight.
"Not bad. You can dismiss the spell now. It truly is a Limit Spell with ninety-eight spell patterns. Though it is only a second-tier spell, its power seems to go beyond this. You probably haven't unleashed its full might, and you still have more formidable methods you haven't displayed, correct? What is this spell called? Did you learn it in your former sect?" Seated on a white jade chair in the hall, a woman in a coarse cloth dress watched the enormous blade phantom on Wang Yu's arm with gleaming eyes, smiling as she praised him.
Below the woman's seat, Yan Lingxiang stood to one side with hands respectfully lowered.
"Yes, Senior Chai. This is indeed a second-tier spell I learned in the sect I came from. It is called 'Flame Blade.'" Wang Yu stopped chanting and answered respectfully. With a sweep of his arm, the blade phantom condensed above it dispersed, and the heat in the surrounding air rapidly subsided.
"Flame Blade? Although our palace's spells and secret arts chiefly favor the water attribute, we have also collected quite a few fire-attribute spells. I consider myself well informed, yet I have never heard of such a Limit