Chapter 64: Emperor-Level Mystic Skill
Yan Zhen stood motionless, his mind focusing on his dantian, merging with his cultivation technique’s core.
He summoned the three Extreme Flames.
In his left hand, the Great Crimson Skyfire, as if containing all the crimson in the world. In his right hand, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, emitting sinister growls. And between his hands, the Gold and Silver Fire ignited, its flames shimmering with a metallic sheen.
With the three flames unleashed, the surrounding temperature soared, as if they were standing within a volcano.
Mang Huang froze, staring at him in disbelief.
— Three Extreme Flames! He actually possesses three Extreme Flames?! Impossible!!!
For an ordinary Mystic Refiner, refining even one Extreme Flame was a stroke of luck. He, having refined two, only knew of one other person who had achieved this: the Demonic Consort’s nemesis, the legendary and beautiful Mystic Saint, Chen Xi!
And this boy… he was even more outrageous, a mere Mystic Scholar wielding three Extreme Flames! How could he possibly control them?
Yan Zhen slowly brought his hands together, the two flames approaching the third, then, under Mang Huang’s horrified gaze, he clapped his hands together.
The three flames clashed, releasing a terrifying energy that, instead of exploding outwards, spiraled around his hands, compressing and intensifying.
His Mystic Power, his Spiritual Power, even his life force, rapidly drained, his handsome face paling.
A terrifying aura emanated from his hands.
Not only Mang Huang, but even Yun Xiu, Jiu Youyue, and, further away, the Serpent Queen and Ying Ling, felt a shiver of dread, stopping their fight, their gazes fixed on him.
“We can’t let him continue!”
Mang Huang thought, abandoning his Mystic Skills, channeling the world’s energy around him, forming a giant serpent that lunged towards Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen, still charging his attack, his feet stepping on starlight, soared into the air, dodging the serpent’s bite.
Stars shimmered beneath his feet as he flew higher, piercing the clouds.
Mang Huang couldn’t understand. How could a mere Mystic Scholar, capable of only short bursts of gliding, fly freely like this?
He pursued him relentlessly, like a rocket shooting towards its target.
One strike. Just one strike, and he would kill him.
However, Yan Zhen had also finished charging his attack.
Between his hands, the energy from the three flames’ collision had compressed into a miniature sun, its light blinding, illuminating the sky above the clouds.
He released his left hand, holding the miniature sun in his right palm, then slowly raised it above his head.
Thump, thump.
Like a beating heart, the miniature sun pulsed, instantly expanding, growing to the size of a small mountain, its intense light piercing the clouds, bathing the land below in an almost daylight brightness.
Compared to this massive fireball, he was tiny, like a speck of dust, as if he had plucked the real sun from the sky, holding it in his hand, a scene of incredible visual impact.
“All things return to ash–”
He whispered, his body wreathed in flames, his expression indifferent, then hurled the miniature sun downwards.
It descended like a meteor.
“!”
The ascending Mang Huang looked up, a blinding light filling his vision, the intense heat igniting his hair.
He felt true fear, the threat of death, and he roared, activating his Serpent God Bloodline, channeling the world’s energy, transforming into a massive, hundred-foot-long, yellow-brown serpent, its body coiling, wind and poison swirling around it, its massive jaws opening, ready to swallow the sun.
“Serpent Devours the Sun!”
However, compared to the descending sun, the giant serpent was insignificant, like an ant.
They were on completely different levels. The ascending serpent was instantly suppressed.
Its body ignited, transforming into a fiery snake, Mang Huang’s screams echoing through the sky.
The miniature sun crashed into the sand dune below, its terrifying energy erupting.
Boom!
A massive shockwave, a wave of scorching flames, spread outwards, incinerating everything in its path.
The three women and Ying Ling had to fly higher, escaping the blast radius.
When the dust settled, the sight that greeted them was breathtaking.
A massive crater, miles wide, its surface a glassy black, the sand crystallized by the intense heat, dominated the landscape.
Flames flickered within the crater, as if they would burn eternally.
And Mang Huang…
There was no Mang Huang. Not even ashes remained.
Ying Ling’s eyes widened, her usually expressionless face filled with shock, her body frozen.
Such power… even she might not have been able to withstand it.
How was this possible? That boy, a mere Mystic Scholar…
Was this the power of Extreme Flames?
Not only Ying Ling, but even the Serpent Queen, Yun Xiu, and Jiu Youyue, swallowed nervously.
Even though they had witnessed this technique in their past life, seeing it again still filled them with awe and a hint of fear.
Three Extreme Flames, their powers clashing, the resulting energy compressed and intensified, forming a miniature sun.
And even at this initial, three-flame level, it could obliterate a Mystic Lord, severely injure a Mystic Sovereign, its destructive power terrifying!
An Emperor-level Mystic Skill, All Creation Returns to Ash, Heaven and Earth Incinerated!
Ying Ling, her fighting spirit completely extinguished, turned and fled without hesitation, not even bothering with Jiu Youyue.
Despite her cold demeanor and ruthless attacks, she was actually quite cowardly, like a child. Facing an opponent she couldn’t defeat, her fear overwhelmed her, her only thought to escape.
The three women didn’t pursue her, their gazes following Yan Zhen as he descended.
Halfway down, he stumbled, then collapsed, falling from the sky.
Using an Emperor-level Mystic Skill had taken a heavy toll on him.
Although the attack itself had mostly utilized the three flames’ power, controlling that power had drained him.
If he hadn’t… eaten his fill before coming out, he would have been completely exhausted.
“Yan Zhen!”
“Little Zhenzhen!”
“Husband!”
They rushed towards him, catching him gently.
He forced a weak smile, giving them a thumbs up.
“It’s… done.”
Then he lost consciousness.
…
He woke up back in the Fire Refining Starry Sky, lying on the bed, his head on his Beautiful Sect Master’s lap, a splitting headache and a bone-deep exhaustion making him groan.
“Master, I’m hungry…”
She smiled faintly, a milky-white pill appearing between her fingers, which she offered to his lips.
“Here, eat this. I just refined it for you.”
He swallowed the pill, chewing it quickly.
A warmth spread through his body, restoring his strength.
He blinked his large, innocent eyes, his gaze fixed on her magnificent bosom, his voice a soft mumble.
“More.”
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