Before he could think further, a spine-chilling hiss suddenly sounded overhead. Looking up, he saw the vault of the ceiling split open as a cascade of cyan-blue flames poured down like a waterfall. The core of the fire glowed a sickly white, while the outer layer was wreathed in dark green tongues of flame. Wherever it passed, space itself melted and warped like candle wax. Even more bizarrely, twisted human faces occasionally surfaced within the flames, emitting silent, agonizing wails.
"Such terrifying flames..." Ling Xiao's knees went weak, and he nearly dropped to the ground. Under the pressure of these flames, the true essence within his body began to flow in reverse, his internal organs feeling as though they were being pierced by tens of thousands of red-hot steel needles. Most terrifying of all, he could clearly sense that the flames possessed consciousness—they were greedily scanning his meridians like a viper sizing up its next meal.
The Wind Demon Dark Emperor's raspy voice suddenly rang out, "Kid, did you see clearly? This is my Ten-Power Martial Art, known as the Xuanwu True Art. What I demonstrated just now were merely external moves; the true essence lies right here—" He opened his mouth and spat out a string of esoteric incantations, every single syllable transforming into a physical rune suspended in mid-air:
Chapter 250