The golden-robed young man looked at Qiu Lei's lifeless body that had crashed on the ground, having lost its remaining vitality, before he turned his eyes towards the black-robed old man who was standing in the sky just a few meters away from him.
The old man however didn't seem afraid of the young man in golden robes despite seeing the murderous look in his eyes, or the crimson flames around his body that had increased in intensity and were looking like they were about to swallow everything in sight, and after flashing him a ghastly smile that revealed his crooked teeth, the old man's body quickly disappeared, looking like it had blended in the surrounding darkness.
At the same time, the golden-robed young man narrowed his eyes, before he gathered his qi in his arms and punched forward, towards the old man's disappearing figure.
This time though, it wasn't a flame fist that had appeared from his arms, but a pillar of crimson flames instead.