Before the old man from Wuji Mountain could celebrate his escape, a golden flame suddenly erupted, washing over him. His entire body bristled in fear, his formidable aura exploding.
It was like a pair of iron clamps launched from his body, hurtling toward Qin Huai's hands. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had narrowly dodged a bullet.
The next moment, however, the dreadful power surrounding him was instantly cleaved by the golden flames as easily as slicing through tofu. The brilliant flames acted like the sharpest blades in existence. Under his horrified gaze, the old man saw a large hand lodge itself into his skull, before it swiftly slashed downwards.
"Forbidden technique, twenty years of life, flame longevity technique!"
Boom!