The referee raised a hand—then sliced it down like a blade.
"Begin!"
As soon as the signal was given, a golden sun blossomed behind Jin Yuanzhan's back—his flames surged forth, bathing the stage in intense heat.
"Die!"
Flames erupted instantly as Jin Yuanzhan surged forward, palm extended. A tidal wave of fire roared toward Lin Xuan, threatening to swallow the platform whole.
"Looks like Jin Yuanzhan isn't going to hold back."
"He is trying to end everything in one go!"
"Even his senior disciple in Soul Formation Realm couldn't defend against this move of his. Looks like Lin Xuan is done for."
…
With how serious and full-power Jin Yuanzhan was going from the start, many felt that the match was already decided.
It was a terrifying attack—meant to end things in one move.
But just before it landed—
Shiing!
A flash of silver light cut upward.
The flames split in half.
And Lin Xuan stepped forward, sword in hand, his robe fluttering in the scorched wind.
