Ji Changxin took a deep breath, his voice low and solemn as he pronounced eight words, "Chaos Fire, Battle of the Divine Artifacts."
Ji Mingxuan's gaze was somewhat numb; he could clearly see the situation in the field, and Ji Changxin's words were absolutely correct. However, his heart was filled with pain. Having dedicated his life to education, he hadn't been able to cultivate disciples as outstanding as these two young people before him. Both were students of Zhu Rong. In terms of cultivation, he was confident that he was indeed superior to Zhu Rong, but when it came to their students, he simply could not compare. Whether it was Thunder Emperor or Tyrant, their true combat capability had already surpassed him!
On the battlefield, two figures instantly separated. Frey laughed heartily, "Good, little junior brother. You can already use Chaos Fire. I didn't expect that to let you escape."
