Fang Xuan suddenly understood why Cheng Gong had lost: he had suffered a mental attack. Yet Fang Xuan had only seen a flash of flame and had not made out exactly what it was.
"Tang Yan actually held on!" Cries of astonishment rose from below the platform at the sight of Tang Yan still standing tall.
"What was that clump just now?" the City Lord of Qing City asked curiously.
"It looked like Spirit Flame, but how did this kid release it?" Mo Bin was quite surprised.
"Spirit Flame!" Lin Xiao's heart jolted. This kid Tang Yan had hidden his depths well. After all this time, Lin Xiao had never known he possessed such a trump card!
"You've got some skill!" Fang Xuan gave Tang Yan a wary look. "That white flame could actually interfere with someone's mind. But that thing must consume a lot of True Qi, right? Let's see how long you can hold out!"
With that, Fang Xuan moved, rushing toward Tang Yan.
Tang Yan sighed inwardly. His strength was too low, and his Fire Control Technique was not advanced enough either, leaving him unable to unleash the Soul-Refining Flame's true power. Fang Xuan could easily rely on his fifth-grade strength to suppress its effects.
Against absolute strength, Combat Heart and the Soul-Refining Flame alone were still not enough to hold him off.
Try this... Tang Yan steeled himself, sending an aura as fine as silk threads, almost tangible, enveloping Fang Xuan.
Under Tang Yan's aura of Fearlessness, Fang Xuan's fighting spirit actually diminished somewhat in an instant.
What is this thing? Feeling as though threads had bound his body, Fang Xuan was greatly alarmed.
"You'll find out someday!" Tang Yan chuckled. With his aura of Fearlessness fully unleashed, he actually gained an even clearer grasp of