After Severing Her Emotions, the Whole Sect Was Overwhelmed with Grief

In her previous life, Bai Ying gave everything she had to the sect—her heart, her soul, her loyalty. But all she got in return was disdain.

Her Master despised her, her senior brothers aban...

Chapter 323 His Last Trump Card

However, the moment the blue flame touched his body, Guo Lintian's smile froze on his face, replaced by endless fear.

He felt an unusually terrifying power, as if it were the power of a demon from the depths of hell, surging towards his body.

The blue flames seemed to possess their own consciousness, completely unaffected by the fire-resistant suit. Upon contact with his skin, they spread rapidly at an unbelievable speed, like burning fuel on a pile of oil.

In the blink of an eye, blue flames enveloped Guo Lintian completely. He felt as if his body had been thrown into a raging inferno, every inch of skin, every hair, every piece of flesh, and every bone was being relentlessly burned by the flames. The excruciating pain was like sharp blades, cutting into his nerves again and again, almost robbing him of his ability to think.

"Ah—" A piercing scream burst from Guo Lintian's mouth, a sound filled with endless pain and despair, as if it could shatter the entire world. The scream echoed in the empty space, lingering for a long time, sending chills down the spines of everyone present and filling their hearts with a deep sense of fear.

"What kind of flames are these? How can they be so terrifying?" Guo Lintian struggled desperately in the flames, screaming hoarsely. His eyes were bloodshot, and his facial features were distorted beyond recognition by pain.

At this moment, he had lost all his former arrogance, becoming nothing more than a pitiful wretch, tormented and on the verge of death. His body convulsed uncontrollably, each struggle futile, only fueling the flames within him.

At this moment, Guo Lintian was so tormented by the excruciating pain from the blue flames that he had no strength left, let alone the energy to control the dart flying towards Bai Ying. The dart lost its direction in the air, swaying precariously like a kite with a broken string.

Bai Ying watched everything unfolding before her with a calm expression.

She gently reached out her hand, and the dart landed steadily in her palm. Bai Ying gently closed her fingers, gripping the dart tightly as if it were just an ordinary little object.