Ye Futian had completely transformed into a sun furnace. He shot forward, with fist will filling the sky, pushing the Flames of the Way before him. He was powerful enough to cut through anything like a blade through bamboo.
There was a loud sound as Chang Huai was sent flying backward. He felt like a hole had been pierced through him. A burst of flame entered into him, causing him to twist and distort his face in pain.
Ye Futian walked forward step by step, looking indifferent and emotionless.
Although he had refined some flames, and his attacks with the Flames of the Way were extremely strong, his defenses had not changed at all. Ye Futian's burst of power had made it so that he had had no way to respond and so he had been badly wounded. The battle ended in an instant.
Ye Futian walked in front of Chang Huai and swept his cold gaze over him. He reached out, and Flames of the Way came out from his hand.