The giant flame lance was like a python with how it streaked through the skies. Powered by the might of a Soul Emperor, the lance shot straight for Dongfang Ming to strike him dead.

But Dongfang Ming only seemed to laugh even harder at Hu Yang’s fury. He seemed as though he was the only one in the world at the moment with how unrestrained his laughter was. His laughter never stopped even as the lance approached him. Instead, he simply stooped over with his arms against his chest before forcing a wave of dark-red light out from himself!

There was a gleam of light from his right arm. It was hardly noticeable, but anyone with sharp enough eyes would be able to tell it was a soul armament.

“Boom!!!”

The lance...