Master Dong laughed again, his face full of mockery.
"Alright, if you can withstand my palm, then I wouldn't mind asking for your advice. Perhaps you could even help me ascend to a higher level of mastery. What a pity, boy, this Heavenly Fire Palm of mine—"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to take even one hit without being burned to ashes!"
His words grew more and more fierce.
"At first, I simply wanted to break your legs!"
"Then, I only wanted to beat you senseless."
"But now!!"
"You've successfully enraged me. When the Heavenly Fire is unleashed, every living thing turns to ash. Of course, I will control it well, and no one around us will be harmed, but you, you will certainly become a pile of charcoal!"
"Take this, my Heavenly Fire Palm."
He raised his hands, and both palms ignited with towering flames, making a whooshing sound.
The flames rose four or five meters high, and even the audience sitting far away felt a wave of heat.
