That fireball of Pure-Quality Sunfire hovering above that scoundrel's head looked intimidating enough, but without the support of the Dongfang spiritual blood, it was ultimately all show and no substance.
If one could not push the divine fire arts to the level of absolute purity and golden-light body protection, then no matter how large the fireball was made, it would ultimately remain nothing more than a flower in a mirror or the moon reflected in water.
At this thought, a cluster of Samadhi True Fire condensed at the fingertips of Yang Qingyuan, who then wrapped it around the shaft of the Halberd of Heavenly Punishment in his hand.
Chapter 92