Familiar fire.
The fire of Seven Lives Forge Fire!
Under the eyes of fifty thousand people, beneath the heavy, hushed oppression that everyone felt so deeply, the boy at the very center of that cold solitude plucked a bright spark from his sword.
Then it swelled ferociously.
The fiercely rising flames abruptly swallowed everything surrounding the two of them. From within to without, from root to tip, every last tangled thread burned away!
With everything already burned, what remained to wither together?
And after burning away the threads surrounding them, the flames still did not stop!
With the two of them at their center, fierce heat and light burned outward through the entire Netherworld Realm, finding a response everywhere they reached!
In an instant, the Nether Growth Realm became a sea of fire.
Everyone stared, struck speechless.
Shang Huaitong watched it all with frozen eyes, as though he had forgotten he was still in the arena.
Stunned, bewildered, incredulous.
Day after day, night after night, ten years of bitter cultivation, entrusted with his conviction, laden with his pride.
This immortal-like swordsmanship that stood above the white clouds, his proudest accomplishment in the Sword Dao.
Dismantled by a single stroke from the boy.
Of course he knew what had happened.
Now the boy stood before him, looking at him indifferently, without expression, without movement. That flat gaze was like the deepest mockery.
-Who taught you to put fire inside mushrooms?
This thought was even harder to accept than the Nether Growth Chapter losing to the boy, because that was merely a victory or defeat, while this made all ten years of his efforts absurd and laughable!
Like the sharpest dagger, it stabbed deep into the man's heart, gouging out fresh, hot flesh and blood.
The boy's indifferent gaze seemed to become