"Immortal Skill: Call the Wind and Summon the Rain!"
"Immortal Skill: Dragon Transformation."
The Flame Emperor struck.
Even facing the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, he knew his chances of survival were slim. But still, he attacked.
He still had grand ambitions he had yet to realize.
In an instant.
A fierce wind swept across the sky as rain poured down in a deluge. Countless raindrops transformed into giant dragons, roaring as they charged the Wind Snow Dragon, only to be effortlessly crushed to powder.
A rainy night.
The Flame Emperor, his hair disheveled, lay in a pool of blood.
The gap in their power was too vast.
There would be no miracle.
"Wind Snow Sword Immortal."
The Flame Emperor's breath was faint, his life hanging by a thread. As death approached, he gazed out at the mountains and rivers, then turned his eyes to Su Chen and asked.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"Did I have to die?"
