"Dying under this move, you can hold your head high!"
Jiang Yulong said coldly, placing his longsword horizontally across his chest, his left hand arching in the air. Suddenly, his normally colored palm turned fiery red. He gently brushed the sword body, and instantly, the entire longsword seemed to come to life, turning extremely dark red.
This series of actions was very slow, and after he completed them, his face took on an unnatural pallor.
The longsword was as red as blood, emitting a heart-trembling pulse. The terrifyingly high temperature was now twice as high as before, blurring the very air near it.
Drip-drop!
With a light swing of his longsword, the dark red flames, like liquid, spilled a few drops onto the ground, immediately burning through the surface and rapidly spreading outward.
A droplet, the size of a water bead, could burn away all the green stone slabs within several yards.