Purple Flame Bone Lance…” Lin Ming easily recognized this ability. Back at Desert Flower Hall, Ouyang Ziyun had also moved this move, and thus he had suffered a major loss.
“My little brother used the Purple Flame Bone Lance and was defeated by you. Now, I will let you have a good look today and the true might of the Purple Flame Bone Lance!”
The purple flames on Ouyang Zifeng’s arm condensed into a purple bone lance. From it, the sounds of wailing ghosts and tormented spirits echoed out. With Ouyang Zifeng’s cultivation, he was able to display the true abilities of the Purple Flame Bone Lance.
“Die!”
Huuu–!
The bone lance shot out, quick as lightning! Blurred flames followed in its path, creating the afterimage of a trailing tail of burning purple fire! A loud explosive sound pierced the air mixed with the weeping sounds of ghosts, scratching upon the eardrums of those nearby.
Sou-!
Lin Ming was directly pierced by the bone lance!
The audience didn’t even have time to respond. Ouyang Zifeng fiendishly grinned. You want to dodge this move? You are too naïve!
The ‘Lin Ming’ that was pierced by that bone lance suddenly dissipated into shadow, it had only been an afterimage. At the same time, the bone lance suddenly changed directions, chasing Lin Ming’s shadow!
“Divide!”
Ouyang Zifeng cried out, and suddenly the bone lance split into 12 shards. These 12 mini bone lances pierced towards Lin Ming from all angles – they could not be avoided!
“Ahh—!” The martial artists from the 36 countries couldn’t help but cry out in alarm. Qin Ziya was even more nervous, both of his hands were clenched together until they were white. In this level of confrontation, any accidental move and one could be seriously injured or even crippled!
Peng peng peng peng!
The 12 mini purple flame bone lances simultaneously struck Lin Ming, and a massive pyre of purple fire screeched into the sky; it was just like a gloriously blooming purple rose!
Ouyang Zifeng’s lips curved up in a dark smile. All of the martial artists from the 36 countries were nervously waiting with breath abated.
Qin Xingxuan’s hands were covered with sweat; as to what the limit of Lin Ming’s power was, she did not know.
However, after the purple flames faded away, Ouyang Zifeng’s smile faded along with them.
Lin Ming was firmly standing on the martial stage, not even his clothes had been burnt. Around his body, massive purple snakes of electricity crackled as they writhed around his body, dancing, coiling, completely surrounding him.
Ouyang Zifeng’s face suddenly sank.
To use the power of thunder as a shield!?
If Lin Ming could use the power of thunder to block his Purple Flame Bone Lance, then that proved that Lin Ming’s thunder origin energy fusion compatibility had reached an extremely high level. It was enough to break his Yin Qi and threaten him.