The blood of the young Fire God was burning flames.
Flames blazed, dripping from his body.
"Guh guh."
A low growl, not human, came from the young Fire God's mouth.
Twelve rules entangled his shattered upper body, preventing his wounds from healing.
To recover, he had to expel the twelve rules first.
"Rumble."
Behind Chen Fan, another great sun appeared.
The great sun was radiant, a golden orb, its Yang energy filling the heavens and earth.
Beneath Chen Fan's feet surged the black sea, the sea of Yin, the essence of Taiyin surging.
One above, one below, constructing Yin and Yang.
As the two energies merged, this place seemed to be creating the world, erupting with the most terrifying fluctuations.
"Kill."
Chen Fan charged forward proactively, intending to end this battle.
More torrential flames surged from the young Fire God's body, his fiery dragons on his skin roaring.
Immortal divine radiance bloomed.
Especially the innate Dao patterns on the young Fire God's brow, which seemed to be gathering the power of all stars, a truly terrifying sight.
"Boom."
This collision was like the creation of heaven and earth.
The firmament trembled, and infinite divine radiance cascaded down, boundless and vast.
"Rumble."
This collision was too terrifying.
An unimaginable storm of destruction spread outwards.
Yin and Yang merged, transforming into a Taiji diagram.
The spinning Taiji diagram could crush everything before it.
"Roar."
The young Fire God's roar was a dragon's cry.
Flames filled the heavens and earth.
The flames were so terrifying that even Yin and Yang flickered precariously under the burning.
This fire was not of the mortal world.
"I will burn you into nothingness," the young Fire God roared.
At this moment, his messy crimson hair was disheveled, and his face was filled with boundless fury.
Who was he?
He was the young Fire God, a figure who likened himself to a reincarnation of the Fire God Zhu Rong.
"Treasure Cauldron, come."
The young Fire God's aura grew stronger, and from within the flames, a burning treasure cauldron appeared.
"Oh?"
Chen Fan was surprised. "You still have such a move?"
To bring it out only now, it had to be said that this young Fire God was truly patient.
A trump card.
"Bang."
The treasure cauldron blotted out the sun, growing infinitely large.
It swallowed Chen Fan directly, even his Yin and Yang energies.
"Refine."
The young Fire God channeled his flames, placing them beneath the treasure cauldron.
Chen Fan, as the divine medicine within, was to be refined, turned into a great elixir in a cauldron.
A voice emanated from within the treasure cauldron: "I refine myself, what are you thinking?"
It was Chen Fan's voice.
Within the treasure cauldron, he could indeed feel its sturdiness, and furthermore, the fire energy within was concentrated.
However...
This treasure cauldron alone could not trap him.
"Dong."
The next moment, the treasure cauldron trembled.
With a deafening roar, the treasure cauldron exploded.
"Crackling."
This time, it was thunder.
Wind and thunder converged, its attack power unparalleled in the world.
As the treasure cauldron shattered, its fragments flew everywhere, piercing the young Fire God's physical body.
"Hahaha."
Chen Fan laughed up at the sky.
He looked down at the utterly shocked young Fire God and said loudly, "Today, I will send you to reincarnation."
"Rumble."
Deathly aura surged.
Like great waves, it washed over the young Fire God's body.
The deathly aura stripped away the young Fire God's flesh and spirit.
Death.
The flames were eroded and annihilated by the deathly aura.
"Ah..."
The young Fire God screamed.
His body and soul were being stripped away.
It was too painful.
He felt the presence of death.
"Get away."
He still struggled.
Flames surged, sweeping across the heavens.
But no amount of flame was useful; all of it was thoroughly eroded by the deathly aura.
"I said, you will die today," Chen Fan's smile vanished.
It was replaced by icy killing intent.
"The lives of my Sword City citizens must be repaid."
He seemed to be talking to himself, watching the young Fire God's body repeatedly die and revive within the deathly aura, die and revive...
"Hmph, just a few ants," even so, the young Fire God's mouth remained defiant.
In the Immortal Realm, the strong were revered.
For the weak, merely surviving was fortunate; being killed like an ant, what was wrong with that?
This was a universally accepted principle among the strong.
If you encountered a strong person who wanted to kill, sorry, bad luck for you.
Who would stand up for a group of ant-like beings?
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan sneered. "Your mouth is still so stubborn."
"Since in your eyes, my Sword City citizens are ants, to be killed at will, then in my eyes, you are no more than an ant. I kill you, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"
Young Fire God: "..."
He truly felt Chen Fan's killing intent.
This man wasn't just talking.
He wanted to kill.
"Hmph."
The young Fire God still resisted. "You actually compare me to those waste?"
I also have pride.
"In my eyes, you are waste."
Chen Fan's tone was cold. "Today I kill you, to make you sober up. Alright, we've said enough, it's time to send you on your way."
"Boom."
The deathly aura became even more formidable.
A river of deathly aura descended, completely submerging the young Fire God.
"No."
The young Fire God roared in unwillingness.
His figure was no longer visible, only his screams echoed.
Slowly, the sounds grew weaker.
Within the river of deathly aura, he couldn't stir up much of a wave.
"Chi."
Suddenly, a blinding flash of fire shot out of the river of deathly aura.
The firelight was incredibly dazzling.
"Dao pattern?"
Chen Fan saw it clearly.
It was the innate Dao pattern from the young Fire God's brow, escaping.
"Swish."
Huang Qi actually moved to snatch the fiery Dao pattern.
Not only him, but Qing Yu also made a move.
Yan Wushuang and Ninth Sword Cultivator, however, did not move. They glanced and then retracted their gaze.
"Haha, the young Fire God's innate Dao pattern is mine." Huang Qi was immensely excited.
He had always envied the young Fire God's innate Dao pattern. If he possessed it, it would greatly aid his comprehension of the Great Dao.
Qing Yu also moved to snatch it.
She also needed the innate Dao pattern.
"Heh heh."
At this moment, an icy laugh sounded in the ears of the two.
"Chi, chi."
Immediately after, two sword lights appeared simultaneously.
One struck Huang Qi, the other struck Qing Yu.
"Get lost."
Huang Qi produced an iron rod, sweeping it against the sword light.
With a loud clang, he felt the iron rod in his hand vibrate intensely.
The vibration transmitted to him, his bones emitting pained groans.
"Puff."
The next moment, Huang Qi's shock vanished.
In his eyes, the iron rod had actually left his hand.
Before him, a splash of blood bloomed.
"What's happening?"
Huang Qi looked at the iron rod, then at the hand holding it.
And then...
"My hand."
Huang Qi was greatly alarmed; his arm had been severed by the sword light.
On the other side, Qing Yu saw this and instantly retreated.
But even though she retreated in time, a sword wound remained on her shoulder, deep enough to see bone.
Huang Qi went to chase after his arm and weapon.
"Bang."
A large foot appeared and kicked him flying.
An icy voice sounded in his ear: "Stay put, I'll deal with you later."