The person who stepped out looked exactly like Luo Jinsong. The moment he was out in the open, he took out a huge handful of antidote pills and swallowed them. Eyes cold, he glared at Xu Qing within the fire. Then he opened his mouth to speak, only for his face to fall again.3

The sea of flames surrounding Xu Qing immediately began to die down. Over the course of two breaths of time, Xu Qing inhaled all of the fire and swallowed it down. Xu Qing became clearly visible as the fire went away. He had an odd expression on his face as he looked at Luo Jinsong holding the cosmic teapot, and an imperceptible flicker passed through his eyes.0

Meng Yunbai’s voice suddenly reached Xu Qing’s ears. “The Luo Clan is in decline, but they still practice the legacy technique passed down by their heavenly marquis patriarch. It’s called the Darkheaven Rhythm Art. Whenever they use the molting rhythm, they can get a better fleshly body blessing.”5

Xu Qing ignored him. Meanwhile, quite a few people at the banquet had risen to their feet and were calling out.0

“Neither of you make a move!”0

“This is not the proper venue for fighting!”0

“I’m sure the two of you can work things out without resorting to deadly combat.”1

A few people even started walking forward. What was more, the clamor of the fight had even attracted the attention of some of...0