Red Heart Patrols the Sky

"Whoever holds back while trying to kill Zuo Guanglie is a complete and utter fool."

A cultivator in a frosted, mysterious robe descended from the sky.

This person had a gaunt face with pale skin.

His narrow eyes were fixed intently on Zuo Guanglie, "Even ants are worthy of your attention?"

As he spoke,

A line of cultivators in mysterious robes who had descended with him had already sealed off the area and were performing Hand Gestures. Eighteen semi-transparent water snakes suddenly formed in the air, screaming as they crisscrossed and lunged at Zuo Guanglie.

Their movements were astonishingly uniform—from their appearance to their attack, not a single moment was wasted.

Such a low-level Dao Technique as the Binding of the Kan Serpents become exceptionally fierce and vicious under their skilled manipulation.

Zuo Guanglie's face remained unchanged as he pulled with both hands, and a flaming blade took shape in his palm.

"Gongyang Bai!"

He casually wielded the flame blade, turning several times in the void, and cut the approaching water snakes in two.

"Since you even brought the Nine Sha Profound Yin Formation, why waste your and my life with such trivial Dao Techniques!"

"Trivial? You still think..." Gongyang Bai spread out his hands that had been clasped in front of him and suddenly lifted them up, "Is this your game!?"

The bodies of the water snakes that had fallen to the ground, far from dissipating, leapt up at the next moment, regenerating heads from their severed tails and tails from their heads.

One split into two, and two into four...

This was a brand new variation of the Binding of the Kan Serpents, which could be said to have given this Dao Technique a new lease on life, expanding its scope of application significantly.

It turned into a chaotic nest of water snakes.

Hiss~hiss~hiss~

The sounds were grating and maddening.

A dense swarm of ferocious water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie, leaving no gaps as far as the eye could see.

But the noisy hissing couldn't drown out his clear and resolute voice.

"If Ying Wu is willing to employ the Nine Sha Profound Yin Formation, it is only right that I should die. But this broken Taoist temple, without even a name... how could such a nameless place be worthy of burying Zuo Guanglie!?"

Flames suddenly burst forth from Zuo Guanglie's body.

Burning fiercely, they moved as if alive.

The fire spread upon contact, turning from a spark to a line, and instantly spread everywhere.

At the age of seventeen, he used this technique of wildfire to burn thousands of Yin Demons to death, shaking the Border Wilderness!

The entire nest of chaotic water snakes was set ablaze, countless snakes struggled and screamed in the flames, turning into steam.

Amid the billowing, screaming steam, Zuo Guanglie soared into the sky, his long hair flowing, his momentum explosive.

At that moment, suddenly the cry of an eagle pierced the air!

A giant black eagle plummeted from the high skies, directly facing Zuo Guanglie with swiftly flapping wings.

Hundreds of iron feathers, each carrying the glint of swords, whistled towards him. Every sword light was of a different technique—some ferocious, some insidious, yet all melded into one.

Sword lights poured down like a sudden downpour, slashing Zuo Guanglie back down into the pit of snakes.

Mo Gate's mechanical beast, the flying eagle with knife-feathered wings.

Standing atop the flying eagle, a barefoot man with a masked face and a bronze box hanging on his back stood against the wind, silent. Or rather, his words were already spoken in the sword lights.

Supported by the Nine Sha Profound Yin Formation, snake swarms grew wildly, continually reborn. The Blaze Origin Technique, lacking endurance, was gradually neutralized.

"A prolonged defense is bound to fail," more and more water snakes carved wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, splattering blood flowers. At most, Zuo Guanglie would grunt and, wielding his flame blade with one hand, he would only fend off the water snakes striking at his vitals.

Myriads of snakes gnawing at flesh, profound yin flaying souls.

This kind of agony was unbearable for ordinary people.

But Zuo Guanglie, forming hand gestures with one hand and swinging his blade with the other, didn't slow in the slightest.

Clearly, bulging veins had erupted on his forehead!

Gongyang Bai clasped his ten fingers together, holding them before his body, his hair moving on its own without any breeze: "Zuo Guanglie, surrender now, and you can still have your intact body sent back to your homeland!"

The temperature plummeted suddenly, a touch of white frost formed on his eyebrows. The entire chaotic snake den turned into a sculpture of ice.

This was the secret technique of Qing Country's renowned Public Sheep Family, called Profound Ice Prison.

For those who entered this prison, their breath would turn to frost with one breath, their blood would freeze with two, and their flesh would stiffen into death with three.

The water snakes turned into ice snakes, and Zuo Guanglie was also covered in white frost.

Gongyang Bai silently watched all this unfold, the next breath would be the one where their blood would freeze.

But!

He suddenly heard the sound of a river rushing, that surging commotion like furious waves churning—that was the blood of Zuo Guanglie in rampant flow!

"Great rivers would never freeze for winter frost!"

During that violent tumult of blood, what seemed to explode was an ancient voice, like agony mixed with fervor—

"Boil! Blood! Ignite! Soul!"

His fiery robe burned, his long hair burned, his brows and eyes burned, his flesh burned, his soul... burned!

Body and will, life and soul, everything was burning.

Regardless of the pit snakes or profound ice, both instantly shattered. Amidst the vast mist of water vapor, Zuo Guanglie was bathed in flames.

He looked down at his own hands, fiercely ablaze, as if feeling the power of this imperial forbidden technique.

Then he suddenly looked towards the sky, towards the Eagle Feathered Blade Hawk!

The moment their eyes met, the iron-faced man decisively plummeted downward.

That precious Eagle Feathered Blade Hawk... instantly turned to ashes!

Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and blossoms of flame burst forth in the air, instantly spreading into a sea of fire.

The fierce flames raged, scorching the heavens and the earth.

Even the evil clouds gathered by the Nine Sha Profound Yin Formation in the high sky seemed as if they became kindling for the raging fire!

The Flame Flower Burning City Technique could be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most ingenious creation, and at the age of nineteen, he used this technique to break through a city!

The Flame of Flower was extremely beautiful, yet it possessed extreme might.

The iron-faced man spread his hands wide as he plummeted, his ten fingers splayed out, each connected to translucent strings, the other ends of the strings diving deep into a copper box, suddenly pulled out!

Puppet Crows!

With dexterous fingers pulling the strings, countless puppet crows flew out from the copper box, charging towards the flame flowers. Each crow could extinguish a bunch of flame flowers, but while the flame flowers seemed endless, the crows were finite.

Gongyang Bai disregarded the backlash of the broken Profound Ice Prison, pressed his index finger against his chin, and suddenly opened his mouth! A vast haze of cold fog burst forth from his mouth, and wherever it flowed, the flame flowers were extinguished right there.