The atmosphere seemed to freeze in that instant.
Inside the main hall, everyone felt the temperature around them slowly rising.
Evan Lin clenched his left fist. Countless flames erupted from his left palm, surging upward along his wrist in the next moment.
Each tongue of fire seemed to possess its own spirit and life.
Wherever the flames passed, the previously thin muscles on Evan Lin's wrist now appeared full of explosive strength.
Before everyone's eyes, the entire mass of fire gradually swallowed Evan Lin whole.
The flames roared and churned wildly, making Faye Zheng and the others' eyes widen in shock.
"If the fire you spoke of is like this, then maybe it’s enough to satisfy you."
A mocking voice came from within the flames, reaching everyone's ears.
Raymond Cold braced as if facing a mortal enemy, staring warily at Evan Lin.
The raging flames kept burning, and the temperature in the hall had already hit scorching levels.
Old Master Zhu's forehead was slick with sweat, his eyes full of regret. His throat was dry and hoarse.
Rowan Zhu stared blankly at the mass of fire before him, his face pale as paper. The crushing pressure from the flames forced him straight to his knees.
Autumn Zheng took a deep breath, trying hard to steady her nerves.
Yvonne Zhu's gaze was soft, her eyes brimming with anticipation and anxiety.
He was looking forward to seeing Master Lin from Seacrest, but also worried this Master Lin might come after the Zhu clan for payback.
"I never wanted to waste my breath on ants like you, or waste my time."
From within the flames, Evan Lin's indifferent voice rang out.
As his words fell, everyone watched as Evan Lin stepped out of the fire on one foot.
The moment his foot hit the floor, a string of sparks shot out, almost setting the whole ground ablaze.