Martial Saint Hall

The next morning, Ye Mo woke up early from his meditation as usual. After forming a Purple Flame Dragon Spear, he brandished the spear around and started practicing his spearmanship. Blazes of flame would sweep out of the spear each time he waved it. This was happening because the air itself was being burned by the Purple Flame Spirit Qi.

The current Purple Flame Spirit Qi was a nearly undefeated existence. An ordinary Energy Shaping Realm martial artist would have to exercise extreme caution when facing this flame. On top of that, this flame was also capable of easily penetrating the defense of a Fourth Realm Energy Shaping Realm fighter.

As Ye Mo practiced his spearmanship, time passed. Finally, Elder Zhang arrived riding on the wind. When he looked at Ye Mo, a trace of admiration crept onto his face. Ye Mo was able to catch on to this change. Cai Ling had probably said something to this Elder Feng.