"Who lives and who dies today is still far from certain!"
Feeling the terrifying aura radiating from Hun Miesheng, the Grand Elder's expression grew utterly grave as he spoke in a low voice.
Bang!
As his words fell, low sonic booms rang beside Hun Miesheng's ears as swiftly as lightning. At that very instant, the space before him writhed, and an enormous, savage fire dragon's head filled his vision. The Grand Elder pressed two fingers together, and the flames on the dragon surged violently, sending the temperature between heaven and earth soaring.
The fire dragon moved so quickly that even Hun Miesheng's eyes flashed with astonishment. But he recovered in the next instant, his expression turning cold. With a snort, he thrust out his palm.
"Paltry tricks!"
As Hun Miesheng's palm descended, black mist gathered across the sky, forming a black hand ten thousand zhang long that seized the fire dragon.
"Hmph! Dan Daozi, I haven't even gone to Sacred Pill City to trouble you, yet you've delivered yourself to my door. Since that's the case, you can stay here today! It's been a long time since I last tasted the soul of a Dou Sheng alchemist!"
At this sight, a cold smile appeared on Hun Miesheng's lips. He tightened his grip slightly, about to crush the fire dragon the Grand Elder had conjured, when the ground beneath him suddenly began to shake violently.
Hun Miesheng looked down in surprise. The pitch-black ground below suddenly fractured and collapsed, rubble tumbling amid ceaseless, thunderous crashes. Then, from the bottomless depths left by the collapse, countless pitch-black vines nearly a thousand zhang thick shot out. Countless enormous black flower buds grew along them, their petals etched with eerie patterns and shimmering with ghostly light.
The countless terrifying vines hurtled toward Hun Miesheng.