The black blade raised a remarkable commotion when it crashed into Lu Yun’s fiery whirlwind, but a staggering consequence resulted instead. Curly Mustache’s fine rank weapon turned into a puddle of metallic water within a few breaths.

The man paled to see his treasure ruined.

“You have the balls to set a mid fine rank weapon against Aureate Bird Truefire?” Lu Yun curled his lip dismissively.

The fiery whirlwind was deployed from the fire of the Aureate Bird Cauldron. Also known as Sol Truefire, it was incredibly domineering and completely overpowered a regular fine rank treasure when reinforced by the Hongmeng true qi in Lu Yun’s body.

“Do you submit?” Lu Yun dismissed the whirlwind, leaving only him and Curly Mustache in the air. The others had been swept to the ground—while they were sorely injured, their lives were in no danger.

Right now, Lu Yun lacked people and his own secret forces. Though he vaguely felt that there was no point to him doing so, he still instinctively...