"Alas, it's always like this. I give you opportunities, yet you waste them without hesitation."
Hearing the words of Weng Cuiyu, the Great Chen Deputy sighed deeply, even lifting his hand in a somewhat regretful motion, and drew a sharp sword from his waist, sparking a dazzling array of sparks: "In that case, prepare to die."
With a gentle and soft motion of his hand, the long sword at his waist actually carved a blazingly bright flame trace through the air—a mysterious gold fiery blaze surged upon the blade, gathering into a vast splendid flame light, and then like fire, the sword light slashed towards An Jing and Weng Cuiyu.
This sword, like a divine dragon lurking in the abyss that, on normal days, absorbed the omnipresent sunlight and Earth Vein True Flame, now erupted abruptly like a meteoric fire descending from heaven, a volcanic upheaval, capable of collapsing mountains, severing rivers, burning everything to ashes, and evaporating it!