With a flick of his finger, a strand of white flames appeared in front of Yang Ye. As he gazed at the little tongue of flames that was only the size of his thumb, Yang Ye had a solemn expression. Based on its outward appearance, the tongue of flames seemed to be like an ordinary tongue of flames, and besides its ghastly white colored appearance, it didn’t look different at all.

Yang Ye took a deep breath, stopped hesitating, and flicked his finger. A strand of golden sword qi that ...