บท 896: The Panicking Ming Temple

Tsk! Tsk!

As it was surrounded by the golden phoenix flames, the green corrosive power that was everywhere within the challenge ring completely evaporated. It had already been unable to withstand Mo Wen's Fire of Nine Yang. Right now, it was like accumulated snow encountering the blazing sun. A large portion of it had already melted in the time it took to take a breath.

"A phoenix illusion. You..."

Heng Xiangguang was totally shocked. He had never imagined that Mo Wen actually could master such martial arts teachings that involved the power of Heaven and Earth Divine Beasts. This was far harder to comprehend than the profound aura of ordinary rite of passage martial arts.

"This could spell trouble!"