“Pffft—!” Dustin was struck as if by an ancient mountain, his entire body and the shattered light barrier thrown violently into the air by the fiery blast. Blood sprayed from his mouth, tracing a crimson arc across the sky. He crashed heavily onto the white jade floor dozens of feet away, tumbling several times before barely managing to kneel, his sword buried into the ground for support. The long sword wailed, its spiritual light nearly extinguished. The strength he had just regained once again scattered in disarray. His chest and abdomen felt frozen by eternal ice, then scorched by hellfire, while his very soul seemed to be torn apart by countless invisible fangs. The agony nearly drowned his consciousness. Aokun’s dual-element mastery of gold and fire worked in perfect harmony — the power was not merely doubled, but transformed into something even more terrifying. “To withstand seventy percent of my Sky-Rending Slash and God-Burning Fist — you may boast of that on your way to t...