“AHHH!”

Zhao Wu was suddenly engulfed in flames. He miserably screamed out, as with his heavily injured body, it was impossible for him to use spiritual qi to protect his body. He could only endure the flame’s roasting.

He madly struggled, but his throat was caught by Long Chen and so he could only remain within the flames. Finally, he began to feel fear.

He now realized that the moment he had insulted Long Chen, Long Chen had ceased having any intentions of letting him off. Long Chen had already decided to kill him at that time. It was laughable that he had then continuously provoked Long Chen, saying he didn’t dare kill him.

Long Chen’s words had been entirely correct. The famous and powerful Zhao Wu had been unable to accept being defeated by Long Chen.

And so since he couldn’t beat him, he had come up with an idea to anger him to death. Thus, he had begun to insult Long Chen, thinking that he couldn’t do anything to him with the monastery’s rules in place.

As for whatever that Dao-heart was, Long Chen had overestimated him. He still hadn’t reached the level where he knew about it.

“Stop! I admit defeat… quickly stop!” Zhao Wu cried...