Flames surged to the heavens, and Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.
Yangx Guyuan was indeed worthy of his title as the number one of the Younger Generation in the Thirteen Countries. As he swung his fists, flames rolled like waves, one after another, surging toward Zhaang Ye. The very air crackled as it burned. An area over three hundred zhang wide turned into a sea of fire where stones and soil glowed faint red, hot enough to easily roast a pig weighing several hundred jin.
Faced with such terrifying flames, Zhaang Ye had no choice but to be cautious. A tornado formed around his body, spinning ceaselessly to block out all the fire and heat.
