At the same time, Han Yan's longsword emitted a red glow, followed by a flame as thick as a pinky finger flying directly towards Ou Mingzhi.
Silence, a deathly silence. Watching this flickering flame that seemed like a candle in the wind and could extinguish at any moment, everyone fell into a brief stupor.
As the saying goes, just as a person's reputation carries influence, cultivation techniques or combat skills are similar. Often, the more grand and majestic the name sounds, the more powerful it is. If it wasn't powerful, it wouldn't dare to take on such a name.
But this time, Han Yan's famously named divine art clearly taught everyone a very vivid lesson. Eight Desolate God Fall! Just this little flame, you dare call it that? How shameful is that?
