"Interesting. Then let me see what a divine son of the Soldier God Realm can do!"
His words fell!
Whoosh!
Mo Yanbei darted forward and spread his hand. Pitch-black flames coiled around all five fingers.
The flames on his fingers then flared with a blinding, icy light and shot toward Lu Ren in five streams.
The terrifying flames carried powerful divine power, unleashing an attack of astonishing cold.
So this is Asura Cold Fire?
Lu Ren was slightly surprised as the attack rushed toward him. He had long since learned everything he could about the divine sons in the top hundred of the Divine Ruins Ranking.
He knew even more about the divine sons of the Hell Realm's Devil Race.
He had no fondness for the Hell Realm's divine sons, so he had studied the dozen or so on the ranking closely.
Whoosh!
Lu Ren drew his sword again. With Thirteen Heavens Sword Momentum behind it, he poured in his Great Tomb Divine Power and unleashed a slash of Sword Qi.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
In an instant, a streak of Sword Qi more than ten zhang long swept across the sky and slammed into the five streams of Asura Cold Fire!
The five streams shattered at once. But the broken flames burst outward and linked together, forming walls of fire that sealed Lu Ren in completely.
"What powerful control over fire!"
Lu Ren's expression shifted. He had not expected Mo Yanbei to have such a move.
Whoosh!
Lu Ren slashed again, tearing straight through the wall of fire as it slowly closed in on him.
He was about to break out of the encirclement when another stream of flame blasted through the opening and drove him back.
"Jian Qingliu, did you think that pitiful swordsmanship could break through my