Ren Pingsheng's body emitted rising black mist, and a pitch-black flame ignited from nowhere.
The moment the flame erupted, the surrounding space, including the air, was completely annihilated, creating a brief vacuum around Ren Pingsheng.
With flames spreading over his entire body, Ren Pingsheng was like a falling meteor, charging towards Yue Buli with an indomitable momentum.
As the flames descended from the sky, it seemed as though Yue Buli's eyes reflected the firelight.
He slowly drew his heavy sword, the blade over a foot wide and carrying an aura of ancient heaviness.
The entire brown heavy sword, when grasped in his hand, instantly altered Yue Buli's previously calm aura.
A sharp Sword Intent soared to the skies, as if splitting the space above in half, threatening to rend the firmament.
Yue Buli, eyes blazing, swung his heavy sword at the pitch-black flames rushing toward him.
