A silver flame?
All eyes rested on the flame thrown out by Bu Fang. It was a wisp of silver flame, shining brilliantly. The moment it appeared, its scorching heat caused the temperature of the whole place to rise significantly. With a flick of his finger, it turned into a stream of light and sped away, and in just a flash, it was in front of Zhao Wuhen, who had transformed into a huge Taotie.
A lot of people present were somewhat struck dumb.
"Did you hear what he said? Lord Zhao is not qualified to let him use his Law!"
"Why is he so arrogant? How is he going to fight Lord Zhao's Power of Law if he doesn't use his own Law?"
"He's too arrogant! He will soon see how foolish he has been!"
