C736 Run away

"The Taiyuan Flame Blade?"

As the old man's voice trailed off, Yang Yu sprang into action. Flames in his grasp morphed into a fiery longsword, carving through the swarm of venomous insects above.

In a flash, a cacophony of crackles filled the air, accompanied by the acrid scent of char that wafted into their nostrils.

"Projecting internal energy... a Flame Blade..