Kapitel 452: 452

The black hair young man threw down eight flags then he weaved various patterns with his hand as he chanted. “Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun.” (Sky, Lake, Fire, Thunder, Wind, Water, Mountain, Earth)

The characters of these eight words gradually emerged from the flags. The flags began to slowly rotate. As his chanting continued, the flags rotated faster and faster. His voice grew louder and airier. It sounded as if the voice came from the sky.

“Purple flame of the Eight Trigrams, I command you…”

He was still chanting. A huge Taijitu was surfacing underneath his sword. The Taijitu faced the rotating flags that were confining ZhuiKong. Purple flame revolved within the Taijitu. They were waiting for the chanting to finish then the flame would descend onto ZhuiKong.