Long Aotian was sent flying by a slap from Long Chen. But just as he was about to crash into the bronze cauldron, his hair stood on end. A terrifying sensation of death filled his heart.

Long Aotian was stunned by this feeling. Ever since the Long clan’s patriarchs awakened his Spirit Blood, he had never felt such a terrifying threat. His intuition told him that if he struck this cauldron, he would without a doubt die.

Before this, he had only been focused on Long Chen, so he hadn’t been paying attention to this bronze cauldron. Only now did he realize that it was something extraordinary.

Vines twisted in the air, forming a net in front of the cauldron and Long Aotian crashed into it. The net only quivered, and he bounced off.

“Flame energy, Vermilion Bird Dance!” Being slapped by Long Chen,...