At this moment, He Shaoqiu's eyes were still focused on Kong Wuchang, as if he was thinking about something.

‘The first level of the spirit, the fifth level of the spirit, the seventh level of the spirit?’ As he murmured these three realms, He Shaoqiu’s eyes suddenly changed, he looked at a disciple of Yuexuan Sect’s Yan Sect, and said in a condensed voice:

"Yanlao, come on!"

As he finished speaking, a young man at the disciple table of Yue Xuan Sect nodded slightly, jumped up high, landed in front of Kong Wuchang, and said in a deep voice:

"Yan Lao, a direct disciple of Yue Xuan Sect's Yan Sect, nineteen years old, eighth level spiritual master!"

After these words fell, Wanling Sect suddenly fell into a kind of silence. After a while, the silence disappeared, and someone reminded Kong Wuchang softly:

"This man is the chief disciple of Yue Xuan Sect Yan Sect. Although he is young and is only nineteen years old now, at the meeting of the three sects three years ago, he entered the third level with the strength of the sixth level of a sixteen-year-old spiritual master.

Top ten in the sect rankings! Their strength cannot be underestimated!"

In response, Kong Wuchang nodded slightly. Just when he was about to say something, a sudden palpitation suddenly appeared in his heart.

At the same time, he suddenly saw a hint of joy in the eyes of all the disciples of Yue Xuan Sect.

Before he could understand why he had palpitations in his heart and what the happy look in the eyes of Yue Xuan Sect disciples meant, he suddenly saw a thread appear on his chest. This thread was fiery red, as if it was made from lava.

Made!

Moreover, the temperature around the silk thread was extremely abnormal, and even space began to distort.

At this moment, a voice appeared in his mind.

"Ding! The host is burned to death, and the Rebirth Heaven Devouring Body is activated. The host is reborn and gains fire resistance. It will not be physically damaged by any high temperature or flame!"

"Ding! I discovered the heaven-level martial arts skill, Death Flame Line, and successfully learned it secretly. I have cultivated it to the Mahayana realm!"

"The Death Flame Thread converts spiritual power into silk threads. The moment it hits the opponent, all the spiritual power in the body will explode, causing the threads to reach super high temperatures in an instant, destroying the opponent's internal organs in an instant, killing people invisibly!"

"When you are in the Mahayana realm, you can bury the death flame line underground. Once an enemy steps into the range, it will instantly turn into a dragnet to cover and melt the enemy! When you are in the Mahayana realm, the attack power of the death flame line can threaten people who are stronger than your own cultivation level.

Enemies who are three levels higher than you!"

At the same time as the voice appeared in his mind, a hint of sarcasm emerged from Yan Lao's eyes opposite Kong Wuchang. The next moment, he pulled his finger, and the silk thread on Kong Wuchang's chest instantly returned to his finger.

Afterwards, he was arrogantly preparing to return to the Yue Xuan Sect's disciple seat, because he was confident that after his death flames passed through his chest, the only possibility for Kong Wuchang, a seventh-level spiritual person, was death!

But just as he turned around and took a step forward with his front foot, a voice suddenly stopped his foot. The next moment, a look of shock and disbelief welled up in his eyes.

"Um, your name is Yanlao, right? What? You are ready to go back as soon as you come on stage. Are you admitting defeat?"

Then he saw Kong Wuchang holding his head with both hands, stretching, looking at him leisurely and saying.

This scene shocked Yan Lao's expression. Not only him, but also all the disciples of Yue Xuan Sect looked stunned and unbelievable at this moment.
Chapter completed!