With that finger, Qin Heng pointed right between the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's breasts!
Golden light burst forth from his fingertip, instantly transforming into boundless, fierce flames that enshrouded the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit's entire body. They burned vigorously, reaching up to the heavens, even setting the bright moon hanging high in the sky aflame!
"Sun Gold Flames!?" the Flowing Moon Sword Spirit cried out, exclaiming in disbelief, "You're a disciple of the Sun Temple? After two hundred thousand years, the Sun Temple still exists!?"
"What is the Sun Temple compared to me!" Qin Heng scoffed coldly, speaking indifferently. "It is I who will refine you now. This is an honor countless Immortals, Buddhas, Gods, and Demons would beg for!"
