"Roooaaaar!"
High above, seven giant fire dragons roared as they charged toward Ian Song.
At that moment, Ian Song suddenly raised the Ink-Black Sword. The Heavenbreaker true essence within his body began to circulate in a special pattern, and instantly, a unique aura spread outward from his body, radiating in all directions.
Sensing this aura, the Ugly Daoist suddenly felt a strange, inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.
On instinct, he formed a hand seal and shouted sharply, "Explode!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
All seven giant fire dragons exploded at once. Waves of fire and shockwaves radiated outward at incredible speed, instantly engulfing a two-kilometer radius, with Ian Song right at the center of the blast.
As for the spectators on both sides, they had already retreated to a much safer distance.
But every pair of eyes was locked onto the center of the firestorm. With such a massive explosion, could Ian Song possibly survive?
At the same time, those veteran late Soul-Split experts looked at the Ugly Daoist with newfound respect, secretly thinking that he truly lived up to his fearsome reputation—his strength had already reached the peak among late Soul-Split cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed.
The raging waves of fire finally died down. The small hill that had once stood there was now gone, swept away by the flames, and everything within two kilometers had turned to scorched earth and ashes.
Except for the Ugly Daoist floating at the edge of the ashes, there was no sign of Ian Song.
"Young Master!"
Qin Xiaoyu called out in a trembling voice, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Old Man Tanner searched desperately through the ashes for Ian Song’s trace, but found nothing in the end. "Could it be that Young Master is really..."
He didn’t dare imagine the rest.
The four late Soul-Split bodyguards, acting as Ian’s protectors, looked equally grim. They worried about how they could possibly explain this to the Fourth Prince, and at the same time, they resented Ian a little—why would a mere late Out-of-Body cultivator insist on fighting a late Soul-Split expert one-on-one?
"Did that kid really just die like that?"
Lewis Liu and the others from Heaven’s Dao Alliance stared wide-eyed at the scorched battlefield. With the deaths of Zack Zhang and Ricky Li avenged, a wave of satisfaction surged in their hearts.
Fletcher Toba's face darkened with frustration—if that guy was dead, what would happen to Diana?
Quick, find the Ink-Black Sword and that kid's Storage Ring!
Someone shouted, and the crowd surged toward the ashes.
But just then, a flash of movement—Ian Song suddenly appeared, completely unharmed!
How are you not dead?
Seeing Ian suddenly appear, the Ugly Daoist felt his mind reel. The Great Might Fire-Dragon Seal was powerful, but each fire dragon carried a piece of his spirit and half his true essence.
So losing nine dragons had already drained nearly half his true essence, and failing to kill a late Out-of-Body junior left him in a foul mood.
The cultivators charging toward the ashes saw Ian 'return from the dead' and quickly retreated.
But now, the kid was alive and kicking!
Zhao Wu gritted his teeth, furious. 'How is this kid not dead!'
Raina Quinn broke into a smile through her tears. 'Young Master is safe!'
Old Man Tanner chuckled meaningfully. 'Just how many hidden tricks does Young Master have?' The four retainers also secretly sighed in relief—if Ian was unharmed, they wouldn't be punished.
Ian raised the Ink-Black Sword once more. 'Since courtesy demands reciprocity, Ugly Daoist—take a move from me!'
That strange aura spread out again, making the Ugly Daoist feel deeply uncomfortable.
Instinctively, he unleashed a defensive artifact to shield himself, and his hands flew as he formed seals.
A giant fire dragon appeared!
Two giant fire dragons appeared!
Three giant fire dragons appeared!
...
Nine giant fire dragons appeared!