The fire crow spread its wings and soared, and that bright yellow flame was the Triple Jiao True Fire; impervious to snuffing out, it directly forged one's true form—those with profound cultivation found it especially troublesome to deal with, having no recourse but to wait for its might to dissipate on its own.
In the world of cultivation, there were indeed methods to extinguish this fire, but they certainly did not belong to the crude brutes of the Shan Sect.
The sword cultivator launched the flying sword, not even bothering with the crow fire that was upon him; the sword sliced straight through, ready to accept mutual destruction from the outset.
This was expected. In fact, among the sword cultivators he had encountered, the more powerful they were, the more likely they would not hesitate to choose offense over defense—this was the tradition of the Shan Sect sword cultivators.
