Du Yuntian's body flew backwards and landed on the floor outside the arena with a heavy thud.
Ding Qing looked over. Du Yuntian's arms were burned to smithereens—the ligaments were only connected by a layer of skin.
His chest was bloody, his beating heart barely visible. Every part of his body was covered in blood—his chest barely rose with breath, Du Yuntian's life was in danger!
Su Yu had nearly killed Du Yuntian with only one punch? Just how scary were Su Yu's abilities, now that he had broken through to the next level?
The expression of the thirteen inspectors changed. Their eyes flashed with caution. "Thunder Flare!"
The purple flames were not fire but residual heat created by concentrated thunderbolts—also known as thunder flares. Their power was even mightier than that of thunderbolts. What sort of Saint Level technique is able to harness thunder flares?
But it was not the time to admire the thunder flares.
