Li Fan burst into loud laughter. Amidst the flame cloud hurricane that Xuan Yunzi had torn apart, he revitalized the Three Flowers once more, restoring his spent energy! Ready for another round, he shook his shoulder, his body swayed, and from his shoulders, two more arms emerged! In his hands, he gathered four blood swords, each condensed with path of flame.
Fools! He possessed the infinite reserve of Zhenyang's energy! And with countless limits to exploit, his output of Dao power was endless!
"ROAAAR! The raging dance of blood!"
"YIIYAH! Swords sweeping away the remnants of clouds!"
Thus, red and white sword energies exploded forth, wild winds and fierce flames raged across heaven and earth! All demonic hands were incinerated by the tumultuous sword rain! The airborne immortal pavilion was shattered and collapsed, transforming into a massive fireball as it fell between the peaks. On the ground, within the dense forest, a roaring fire was ignited under the night sky!