Purple flames poured down like boiling water, dousing Tuoba Chongyuan’s head and face. Thick white mist burst upward as he lost his grip on his dharma artifact. He was forced to raise both hands to block the massive purple cauldron.0

A deep violet-red blood lined Yu Yuwei’s lips, dripping down his white beard as streams of deep blue water and purple flame struck simultaneously. 0

The elder’s eyes flared with brilliance as he shouted, “Hyah!”0

Golden light flickered from his mouth again and vanished into the air. Tuoba Chongyuan’s eyes were bloodshot as his robes rippled wildly. One hand was braced against the searing purple cauldron, filling the air with the scent of scorched flesh, yet his expression remained unchanged.0

His other forearm was hooked by two golden cords, which...0