Among the dead trees and stone pillars, a deafening boom erupted.
Amid the flying shards of stone, two streaks of profound light flashed out of the sand and gravel, turning into two figures that hurtled toward each other.
"Wang Li, you've only cultivated the Three Profound Beaconfire Transformations to the Second Profound Fire Transformation. How could you possibly be my match?"
Beneath the profound light, a lean young man's palms were dark purple. One palm, coated in poisonous miasma, struck out, forming a fierce toxic wind that corroded the surrounding rocks and soil.
The young man facing him was surrounded by flashes of firelight. His long spear carved a fiery serpent through the air, burning the toxic wind to nothing.
He turned and closed in, his spear thrusting like a dragon. Dao Resonance flowed through the flames at its tip, and in the lean young man's astonished gaze, the fire blazed ever fiercer, each thrust more powerful than the last.
"The Beaconfire Transformation?!"
The young man with the spear swept away the poisonous miasma with one thrust and looked coldly at the lean young man before him.
"Ou Fengcheng, back then, I lost to you by one move in the Dao Studies contest. Now, I'll dedicate the first battle of my Beaconfire Transformation to your blood!"
The young man with the spear let out a low shout. As his Spiritual Power surged, the firelight grew more and more intense, and his spear spun into countless fiery lotus flowers.
The lean young man's expression tightened. Poison gathered in his palm and condensed into droplets that dripped slowly down. He spread both hands, and the poisonous miasma Spiritual Power transformed into an enormous purple venomous serpent, which flicked its tongue and collided with the fiery lotus flowers, scattering them.
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