Chapter 166 — Crimson Flame
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 5 of 5
At this moment in midair, the flame Yun Yifeng had sent forth glowed with an amber light, small in form yet condensed and unbroken, flying toward the monster. Somehow, though the giant monster was utterly reckless before the magic treasures of all those around it, it seemed somewhat wary of this tiny flame, and its body even seemed to shrink back a little. But its frame was far too vast—how could it dodge? In no time at all the point of flame reached the edge of the evil spirit's white-bone skull and struck the stark white bone.
"Sss..."
Amid countless roaring, clashing sounds, that inconspicuous little noise, that tiny amber flame, on bone so hard that a mountain of force could not chip it, actually burned its way in, leaving a scorched yellow hole in the white bone. And the point of flame vanished into the depths of the hole.
Everyone was stunned, watching breathlessly.
Moments later, a tremendous roar suddenly exploded from deep within the white bone, as if a volcano bursting forth had been born in the depths of the evil spirit's bony body. A scorching wave of heat spread in an instant; half of that stark white skeleton was seared to a withered yellow, and a column of crimson flame, more than a fathom thick, burst violently out of the bone and shot skyward. Even the Qingyun disciples far away felt an unbearable heat—to say nothing of the monster itself, engulfed in the crimson flame.
For a time the righteous path erupted in thunderous cheers. The methods of the three great righteous leaders were truly beyond the reach of ordinary men.
Like a volcanic eruption, the arrogant, overbearing heat gradually dispersed, and the strange monster shrouded in fierce flame slowly came back into view. Half its body was scorched black. Hideous and dreadful as it was, it looked far more wretched than before, without a trace of its former ferocity.
The righteous folk, who had been frozen by the terrifying spectacle of the monster's arrival, all relaxed and let out a long breath. And rightly so—with figures like Dao Yan Zhenren, men whose powers partook of creation itself, immortal as gods, what ghost or demon was there to fear?
Yet somehow, compared with the jubilant young disciples far behind them, the three great pillars of the righteous path above the clouds had turned strangely grim.