Qin Ze's lips curled into a wide smile.
I have fire elemental power!
In terms of playing with fire, the Blue Flame People are arguably even more skilled than the Blazing Sun People.
The entire Blazing Sun Clan is Blazing Sun Fire, while the entire Blue Flame People cultivates Fire Movement Technique.
Qin Ze could confidently declare that no one understands fire-attribute power better than him.
Are you ready to receive your legacy?
Daoist Miao was stunned when he heard Qin Ze's spiritual transmission.
"What?"
You're lucky to even get out of here alive; you still want to get your hands on the inheritance?
Upon noticing Qin Ze's menacing gaze, the Golden Crow immediately flapped its wings and unleashed a rain of fire.
The enclosed hall instantly transformed into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, with the temperature rising rapidly.
The floor, walls, and ceiling were all on fire.
Qin Ze asked Miss Sword Case, "How much water is left?"
"Not many left!"
"Is it possible to extinguish the surrounding fire?"
"That's still acceptable."
Qin Ze gazed at the Golden Crow hidden behind the raging flames. "On my command, prepare to open the floodgates and release the water."
The Golden Crow can teleport within the flames, and cannot be locked onto even by mental power.
Having witnessed Qin Ze's strength, Golden Crow changed its tactics.
It no longer confronts things head-on, but instead uses its surroundings to conceal itself.
In such a scorching environment, the human body's energy expenditure is multiplied.
The Golden Crow didn't need to do anything; it only needed to lead Qin Ze around in circles in the hall.
In time, Qin Ze will collapse on his own.
Qin Ze held the Miss Sword Case tightly in his arms, golden Divine Markings spreading outwards from his wrists, covering the entire Sword Case.
He stared at the Golden Crow flickering in the flames and shouted, "Release the water!"
The water-attribute flying sword beside him rushed into the raging fire, creating a thick wall of water.
The flames around Qin Ze were instantly extinguished, and a large cloud of water vapor rose up. The water vapor existed for less than a second before it evaporated under the scorching heat.
Seeing this Golden Crow frantically flapped its wings, showering the ground with dazzling sparks.
The fire that had been extinguished in the hall reignited, engaging in a tug-of-war with the water-attribute flying swords.
Miss Sword Case said angrily, "Behold my mighty flood!"
roar--
The water-attribute flying sword transformed into a hundred-meter-long water dragon, its roar echoing throughout the hall.
The water dragon swung its tail violently around Qin Ze, and a ten-meter-high giant wave surged outwards from Qin Ze in all directions.
Splash--
The moment the giant wave crashed, the flames on the ground and walls were extinguished, and white mist filled the entire hall.
Even the Daoist Miao, standing some distance away, wasn't spared and ended up completely soaked.
The Golden Crow continued to shower down sparks, but the ground was already flooded with water up to ankle-deep.
A spark falling into water is like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it will never burn again.
After circling above Qin Ze's head once, the water dragon pounced on the Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow soared and shifted among the few remaining flames in the sky.
But the water dragon was like a firefighter, and the overflowing water made the place where the Golden Crow land smaller and smaller.
In the end, the Golden Crow had no choice but to face the Water Dragon directly.
Splash--
The water dragon swooped down from the sky and crashed headfirst into the Golden Crow, which had nowhere to escape.
The fire on the Golden Crow's body was no ordinary fire, but the water on the flying sword was no ordinary water either; it was water that Miss Sword Case had nurtured for many days to accumulate.
The water dragon exploded on the Golden Crow's body, Annihilation along with the raging flames surrounding it.
"Now!"
Having lost its "flaming body," the Golden Crow was undoubtedly in an extremely weak state.
Qin Ze aimed at the Golden Crow, which was "reigniting," and hurled the Miss Sword Case with great force.
"Watch closely, this is the ultimate technique of a top-tier swordsman!"
Miss Sword Case carved a path through the mist and landed heavily on Golden Crow's chest.
With the added momentum of her powerful momentum, Miss Sword Case retreated rapidly, propelled by the Golden Crow.
Bang!
Suddenly, both of them hovered in mid-air, emitting a loud bang like metal clashing.
" Qin Ze, it seems like something is blocking the way."
"Miss Sword Case said weakly."
"It doesn't matter, hold it down, I'll let Daoist Miao deliver the final blow."
The Golden Crow's eyes flickered, clearly indicating that its light had burned out.
At this moment, even Level One Martial Artist could kill it with a single, powerful blow.
Qin Ze transmitted his thoughts to Daoist Miao: "Go kill it, and the inheritance will be yours."
Daoist Miao's legs trembled, and he said with a bitter smile, "I can't do it."
Qin Ze's face darkened. "I'll help you."
He used the Vermilion Bird Step to flash behind Daoist Miao: "Lift your buttocks!"
Daoist Miao instinctively protected his rear end. "No way, again?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Ze didn't even give him a chance to prepare this time.
With the blessing of divine power, Qin Ze delivered a powerful flying kick that sent Daoist Miao flying.
Just then, ripples spread out behind the Golden Crow.
A bronze teapot, over ten meters tall, immediately emerged from it.
The teapot's surface was covered in cracks; it would break at the slightest touch.
Qin Ze was stunned.
No wonder the Golden Crow was blocked by something just now.
It turns out the teapot was the culprit.
But why is there a pot here?
The God of War isn't Human Race; even if he were to brew tea, he wouldn't need such a large teapot.
Moreover, the teapot's style is completely out of place with its surroundings, as if it doesn't belong to the same dimension at all.
"Ahhh--"
Caught completely off guard, Daoist Miao flew through the air like a cannonball, tracing a graceful arc before crashing headfirst into the Sword Case with a loud "Duang."
With this external impact, the teapot could no longer hold on and instantly disintegrated into countless fragments.
Without the teapot's resistance, Golden Crow was pushed backward all the way, eventually being slammed against the wall.
The Golden Crow struggled to flap its wings a few times before falling completely silent.
And this "head" was attributed to Daoist Miao.
Miss Sword Case, having completed her mission, flew back to Qin Ze's side.
Seeing stars, Daoist Miao swayed unsteadily, like a drunkard.
"So many stars..."
The flames on the Golden Crow reignited, but they began to disintegrate little by little.
"Oh shit!"
"Who broke my teapot?"
Are you blind?
"Such a big pot is sitting there and you can't see it?"
"Who did this? Step forward!"
The Fairy reappeared at the spot where the teapot had disappeared, cursing under her breath, with a wary Ma Yan beside her.
Since they were facing the direction of Daoist Miao, they immediately showed joy upon seeing the disintegrating Golden Crow.
Ma Yan muttered, "There really is a master."
The Fairy snorted coldly, "Even a master would have to compensate me for my pot!"
After saying that, she turned around angrily.
The moment she saw Qin Ze, she froze on the spot.
Qin Ze used this face when they met in Sea Capital.
Qin Ze was also surprised; the Fairy had been staying in the pot all along.
And Ma Yan, it's been so long since they last saw each other; the last time they spoke was...
Ma Yan did not recognize Qin Ze's face.
At this moment, she and the Fairy were in a very precarious position, caught in a pincer attack by Qin Ze and Daoist Miao.
"I'll kill him, you take care of the one behind him."
Ma Yan made a quick decision and prepared to take action.
"Wait!"
The Fairy quickly grabbed the person.
Ma Yan tilted his head, looking utterly puzzled.
Qin Ze's gaze passed over the two women and landed on Daoist Miao.
Although I have some questions I'd like to ask, now is not the time to chat.
Because the passing down of tradition has begun.