Just as Jiang Wuyuan was about to crush the thunder talisman in his hand with a look of panic, a sword beam shot out from the spatial ring on his finger where the sword spirit resided.
With a whoosh, it sliced the flying Gu worm in half.
In this situation, Huo Ling couldn't help but recall the scene from that noon before everything happened, when Jiang Wuyuan came to his house for lunch.
It was also a rather dim light, and the glass wine glass in Jiang Wuyuan's hand shattered instantly, leaving not even a trace in the flames that appeared out of nowhere.
The two stood facing each other, and after a long while, Jiang Wuyuan was the first to put down Devouring Star.
"...Shall we talk?"
Jiang Wuyuan was too busy to talk to his suddenly awakened teacher, mainly because it was too difficult to contact Huo Ling—even more difficult than finding time to chat with his own teacher.
After all, the sword spirit had always resided by his side, but as for Huo Ling... that kid was gone the moment he let go.
Huo Ling quickly composed himself, his expression returning to his previous one, and stared blankly at Jiang Wuyuan.
Seeing this, Jiang Wuyuan was only fueling his anger—anger towards Night Owl.
"I only have one question for you." Huo Ling finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, as if the discomfort in his throat was left after he hadn't spoken for a long time. "Did you kill my father?"
Although it was a question, Huo Ling did not use a questioning tone.
Perhaps he already knew the answer in his heart, but he wanted to hear Jiang Wuyuan answer him with certainty one more time.
"I didn't kill him with my own hands... but..."
Jiang Wuyuan also slightly lowered his gaze at this question.
He knew that he had not laid a hand on Huo Qianshan.
But why did Huo Qianshan die? Jiang Wuyuan is almost certainly responsible for 50% of the reason!
He simply couldn't bring himself to say that Huo Qianshan's death had nothing to do with him.
As for the remaining fifty percent, that is the karma inherent in the bloodline of the Huo family ancestors.
Upon hearing this, Huo Ling suddenly laughed.
"That's enough." His voice was so soft that it made Jiang Wuyuan's heart skip a beat for a moment.
But before he could say anything more, Huo Ling suddenly looked up at him and said, "Want to fight me?"
Jiang Wuyuan was surprised by his words and instinctively tightened his grip on the Devouring Star.
To be honest, he didn't want to face Huo Ling's swords.
"Don't hesitate." Huo Ling seemed to see Jiang Wuyuan's reluctance, but he wouldn't change his mind. "Just treat me as a scoundrel of Night Owl."
"you........."
Jiang Wuyuan frowned sharply, wanting to tell Huo Ling to stop spouting such nonsense, but what responded to him was hundreds of huge fireballs that Huo Ling threw at him head-on.
Huo Ling, whose strength has been greatly improved, is no longer the junior martial artist he was a few months ago.
The rudiments of the laws of fire contained within each fireball even startled Jiang Wuyuan.
It seems that Huo Ling didn't use his full strength in that first attack.
Very well, since Huo Ling wants to fight, then let's have a fight!
Inspired by Huo Ling's impressive display of skill, Jiang Wuyuan raised his hand, twirled his sword, and charged towards the overwhelming fireballs rushing towards him.
The scorching heat of the flames was almost unbearable even for Jiang Wuyuan.
Bright red like blood, a passionate and romantic day.
Jiang Wuyuan held nothing back, unleashing a series of fluid sword techniques that sent hundreds of fireballs hurtling into the distance.
When a little more force is used, the round fireball is cut in half.
In just a short while, the hundreds of fireballs disappeared, and Huo Ling had already taken the opportunity to prepare his next big move.
His gaze was dark and unfathomable as he stared at the figure of the long-haired boy dancing in the towering flames not far away. It was a figure he now greatly envied for his dashing and spirited demeanor. Unfortunately, the boy had been tormented by Night Owl into his current state.
Huo Ling exhaled a deep breath, and the phoenix phantom formed from flames slowly rose and grew behind him until it almost blotted out the sky, soaring freely in the sky.
In an instant, even the clouds on the horizon were dyed a bright red.
Under the fiery phoenix's shadow, the temperature soared rapidly.
Jiang Wuyuan looked up slightly at the phoenix phantom that had completely solidified in the sky, a hint of satisfaction and amazement flashing in his eyes.
This is naturally because he doesn't know that Huo Ling's current strength is all gained through his life force. If he did know, he would probably truly want to tear Pei Feng's flesh off one sword at a time.
Out of respect for Huo Ling, this seemed like a decisive move, leaving Jiang Wuyuan with nothing to hide.
But he did not draw his sword.
Amidst the raging flames, the young man slowly raised his left arm, the nascent laws surrounding him surging and boiling.
Immediately afterward, as Huo Ling controlled the fire phoenix to swoop down towards him, Jiang Wuyuan clenched his fist tightly.
Buzz—
The spatial rift was deep and bottomless, like a bloodthirsty wolf king with its jaws wide open, swallowing the fiery phoenix with its brilliant fiery feathers into its belly in one gulp.
Endless darkness, endless universe.
There is no end, and no exit.
This is—spatial exile!
boom--
In a place unseen by anyone, in the exiled space, the nascent form of the sword's laws surged wildly, instantly piercing countless bloody holes through the fire phoenix's body.
It let out a final, desperate cry, and finally shattered and vanished like a mirage.
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