Burning Heaven Cauldron Shows Its Might (Part 2)

"Be careful!"

"Huh?"

Shouts of warning and confusion erupted in rapid succession. Zhao Zhou, Zhao Feixing, and Zhao Chuang, who had been bracing themselves to defend against the Human Seal, could only watch in a daze as the seal soared straight toward the sky.

A look of complete bewilderment flashed across their eyes.

In the next instant, under the gazes of the trio, the Human Seal slid flawlessly into one of the three empty recesses on the inner wall of the Burning Heaven Cauldron.

Instantly, a drastic mutation occurred!

The temperature within the cauldron skyrocketed. Everywhere they looked, the entire space was filled with a blinding, molten orange-red, as though a catastrophic blaze was roasting the artifact from the outside world.

"Wh-what is happening?!"

"What is going on? This heat... it's scorching! Even the circulation of my spiritual power is getting blocked!"

Several sharp cries of alarm echoed out.

Within the span of two breaths, Zhao Zhou, Zhao Feixing, Zhao Chuang, and the others were completely drenched. Their robes clung tightly to their skin, making them look as if they had just been dragged out of a river.

As for the other Zhao disciples? They were in an even more wretched state, gasping frantically for air.

Ning Fan took in their reactions, his heart stirring slightly. He had not expected the heat within the Burning Heaven Cauldron to have such a devastating impact on his enemies.

Because the cauldron would never harm him in the slightest, he had not noticed this particular suppression when he was studying the artifact previously.

"Husband, it's so hot..."

Yun Qingyao's voice drifted over. Her hair was matted with sweat, and her thin robes clung tightly to her form, accentuating every curve of her exquisite, well-proportioned figure with a unique and alluring charm.

Ning Fan's throat bobbed. He forcefully averted his gaze. Now was a time for lethal business, not for distractions.

"Trifling tricks!"

"It is nothing more than a bit of heat! If we attack together and slaughter this Ning Fan, the crisis will naturally resolve itself!" Zhao Zhou's voice boomed out steadily.

Yet, if one listened closely, the feigned composure in his voice was already cracking, faintly betraying a thread of panic.

Things had reached a point of no return. Only by eliminating Ning Fan could they break this deadlock!

"Charge!"

At that moment, Zhao Zhou violently slammed his foot against the ground, his body hurtling toward Ning Fan. Under the oppressive roasting of this terrifying heat, staying a single second longer meant immense danger. They had to break out immediately!

"Hmph. Do you truly believe this Burning Heaven Cauldron is capable of nothing more than this? You underestimate this treasure artifact far too much!"

A cold smile curved Ning Fan's lips.

He flipped his palm upward, making a lifting gesture.

Whoosh!

With a massive roar of erupting flames, nine fire dragons suddenly materialized in the sky above the cauldron's internal space. Each dragon was over ten meters long, radiating a majestic and terrifying pressure.

"Go. Incinerate my enemies!"

Ning Fan raised his right hand, pressing his fingers into a sword-scabbard gesture and pointing sharply toward the oncoming crowd. As if receiving a divine command, the nine fire dragons roared in unison and dove straight into the throng of cultivators!

"Wh-what?!"

The disciples charging toward Ning Fan froze in their tracks. Their eyes widened, their pupils shrinking to the size of needle points. They felt as though a massive hand was choking them, making their breaths short and ragged.

"These fire dragons... every single one of them possesses the strength of a late-stage Profound Extreme Realm cultivator!"

"And there are nine of them!"

A Zhao disciple murmured in horror, voicing the sheer shock gripping everyone's hearts.

Originally, the Zhao family held a massive numerical advantage. But with the sudden descent of these nine fire dragons, that advantage completely evaporated.

The twelve mid- and early-stage Profound Extreme Realm Zhao disciples could barely manage to handle six of the fire dragons, and even then, they were immediately pushed into a desperate defensive struggle.

Meanwhile, though Zhao Chuang and Zhao Feixing seemed relatively composed dealing with one dragon each, they had no way to destroy them quickly.

This left Ning Fan facing Zhao Zhou alone. Furthermore, even without counting Yun Qingyao, Ning Fan still had one fire dragon hovering protectively by his side.

"Now, let us settle our accounts properly."

Ning Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his cold gaze locking onto Zhao Zhou. Deep within his eyes, a torrential fury was surging.

"Ning Fan!"

"You certainly have your tricks, but do not think I, Zhao Zhou, fear you!"

Zhao Zhou gritted his teeth, manipulating his flying sword to streak like a flash of cold light straight for Ning Fan's throat. However, before the weapon could even get close, the extra fire dragon coiled around it, tangling the blade in a web of flames.

The moment Zhao Zhou lost the assistance of his flying sword, Ning Fan moved without a shred of hesitation.

"Three Thousand Flame Movement!"

Ning Fan clenched his fist violently. The flame lotus pattern on the back of his hand erupted, wrapping his entire body in a shroud of blazing fire.

Boom!

Without his feet even appearing to move, his body dropped nearly parallel to the ground, blurring across the distance like a bolt of lightning. He appeared directly in front of Zhao Zhou and unleashed a brutal punch!

"So fast!"

Shock flared in Zhao Zhou's eyes. Even knowing how terrifying the Three Thousand Flame Movement was, facing its raw speed firsthand was entirely different.

Gritting his teeth, a ruthless determination flashed through Zhao Zhou's eyes. He threw his own fist forward to meet Ning Fan's strike head-on.

He refused to believe that with his cultivation at the eighth layer of the Profound Extreme Realm, he could not even withstand a single punch from Ning Fan!

As the thought flashed through his mind, the two fists collided.

Bam!

Crack!

A dull impact was instantly followed by the sickening sound of bones shattering.

At the moment of impact, Zhao Zhou's arm bent backward at a grotesque, unnatural angle. The sheer force forced his fist to splay open into a palm, and Ning Fan's fist smashed right through it, driving Zhao Zhou's own hand directly into his chest!

"Pfft!"

Zhao Zhou sprayed a massive fountain of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His body flew backward like a broken kite, smashing heavily against the inner wall of the Burning Heaven Cauldron with a resounding thud.

"Too weak."

Ning Fan retracted his fist, shaking his head slightly in disappointment. He had expected too much from Zhao Zhou. Then again, it made sense. Even at the eighth layer of the Profound Extreme Realm, Personal Disciple Qingbo had only been able to fight him to a draw by relying on the Unmoving True Body. This Zhao Zhou had clearly neglected his physical tempering.

How could such a frail body possibly withstand Ning Fan's full-power strike?

"Ning... Ning Fan!"

Zhao Zhou propped himself up against the cauldron wall, dark red blood continuously pouring from his mouth, staining his chin and his entire chest crimson.

"How... how dare you?!"

"The people present here represent half of the younger generation of our Zhao family! If you dare to slaughter us, the Zhao family will hunt you down until the end of time! We will be locked in a fight to the death—absolutely irreconcilable!"

Zhao Zhou roared hoarsely.

He had finally realized the terrifying reality of their situation. If this continued, whether it was him, Zhao Chuang, Zhao Feixing, or the twelve disciples, every single one of them would perish here. This Burning Heaven Cauldron was simply too monstrous!

"Oh?"

"Are you saying that if I kill you all, the Zhao family will wage an irreconcilable war against me?" Ning Fan asked calmly.

"Yes!" Zhao Zhou blurted out, a desperate sliver of hope flaring in his eyes.

There was a chance. If Ning Fan feared the consequences, their group might actually walk out of this alive!

However, in the next breath, an ice-cold voice shattered his delusions.

"What a pity. The Zhao family and I have long been irreconcilable."

"Die."

Ning Fan dropped his hand in a swift, merciless chopping motion. The fire dragon hovering in the sky swerved and charged straight at Zhao Chuang, its massive fiery jaws crashing into him and instantly erupting into a violent sea of flames.

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