He was ultimately still a Saint, and even though he knew he couldn't match Hou Tong's overwhelming aura, he still didn't give up resisting.
Three flames abruptly surged from the Emperor's martial spirit behind him, and in an instant, formed a raging sea of fire in front of him. At the same time, he and the Emperor's martial spirit drew a red longsword, its blade as hot as fire, its Sword Qi fierce like a flame, tearing through the sky and racing forward.
The already roaring sea of fire became several times more violent due to this sword strike. In a moment, the flames, initially only a hundred feet tall, soared several dozen times higher, filling almost the entire Xuanzhu Space. The boundless sea of fire seemed infinite; if not for the Xuanzhu Space's barrier, it would have engulfed a radius of hundreds or even thousands of miles in an instant.
However, even such a powerful sword strike
the moment it clashed in mid-air with Hou Tong's Demon-subduing Staff,
was still, defeated.…
