The Blazing True Fire, capable of smelting everything in the world, condensed into a pillar of gold-red flame. Like the Fire God's heavenly punishment, it crashed down from the clouds toward the center of the Academy.
Using the Profound Yang Tyrant Body Art, Mu Yunling solidified the Gang Qi around himself into a Gang Qi Barrier dozens of yards across, attempting to withstand it.
But against such vast heavenly might, even Xie Jinhuan, who was on the verge of entering the Sixth Realm, would have had to muster every last ounce of strength. How could Mu Yunling withstand it? No sooner had he flown up than the impact of the flames pressed him back toward the city. The Blazing True Fire struck the Gang Qi Barrier and scattered into a rain of fire, showering every corner of Danyang City.
"Ah!"
"Run-"
The upheaval had come too suddenly. Only now did the ordinary citizens react.
Yang Dabiao went deathly pale and led the rush toward Clear Spring Lane, while the remaining students and citizens covered their heads and scurried away like rats.
Inside Zhang San Restaurant, Zhang Chu had already lost all color in his face. For the first time, He Can abandoned the thought of fleeing as well. Holding his spatula, he stood at the window and looked up at the meteor shower of flames, sighing, "Am I really a lone star of heavenly calamity? Trouble follows me wherever I go. Haven't I gone and cursed the Righteous Path to death this time-"
But perhaps his luck was too strong, or perhaps Heaven simply watched over the fortunate.
Just as a mass of flowing fire larger than a house hurtled toward the banks of the Chongming River, He Can suddenly noticed it burst apart in midair. As though it had