Wang Teng's eyes narrowed slightly. In his view, this was secondary. After all, compared to the divine flames he possessed, such temperatures were nothing.
The real danger was the faint red radiance hidden within the pillar of fire, almost imperceptible unless carefully observed.
Fortunately, Wang Teng had a keen sensitivity to flames, and he instantly detected the danger of this attack.
"My battle technique is at the universe stage. Can you withstand it?" The Silver-Horned man sneered.
Wang Teng sneered in his heart. His gaze flickered and he raised his finger too.
He had never lost to anyone in terms of battle techniques.
This was just a universe-stage battle technique. How dare he boast about it.
Tyrant's Finger!
A golden glow condensed in his hand, quickly forming a small golden sphere. Then, a narrow but intense golden beam shot out from it.
This finger…
Majestic!
Overpowering!