CHAPTER 830: CHAPTER 503: FIRE GOD (PART 3)

The iron bullet forged by the Hundred-refined Steel from the Firearms Bureau embedded into the Fire Wall, hovering in mid-air, spinning wildly at high speed, yet unable to advance even an inch. It was quickly melted by the high temperature into black iron liquid.

"Firearms... just superficial tricks." Prince Heng sneered, showing disdain for the Divine Mechanism Camp soldiers outside. He raised his flame-covered right hand, and with a whoosh, a blazing flame burst from his palm, coalescing into a long saber with a blue-white heart and bright yellow outer flames.

From the narrow blade, strands of flame continually dripped and fused into the sea of fire upon landing, leaving behind only a wisp of lingering white smoke.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Holding the long flame saber, Prince Heng swung, releasing Sword Energy several feet long, extinguishing every bit of Sword Energy Zhao Douan unleashed.

At that moment, the Fire Wall obstructing the bullets was abruptly cleaved, and Zhao Douan darted out from the crack, swift as lightning, shaking off flames from the Chasing Saber, colliding instantly with Prince Heng’s long saber.

The mysterious Chasing Saber contended with the flame saber for half a breath before the latter shattered, along with Prince Heng’s waist being cleaved in half by Zhao Douan in one strike.

Yet he felt no relief, for the bisected Prince Heng wore a smile, disintegrating into countless sparks, vanishing.

Behind Zhao Douan, several meters away, a burst of flames erupted in the sea of fire, and Prince Heng emerged unscathed, his expression arrogant: "From the moment you stepped within ten meters of me, your life and death are beyond your control."

Simultaneously with his words, Prince Heng ruthlessly flung the saber in his hand!

"Boom——"

Zhao Douan hurriedly turned, wielding the Chasing Saber with both hands, slicing the thrown saber into two pieces. The shattered saber then exploded into a cluster of scorching bright yellow flames!

Amidst the deafening sound, Zhao Douan was struck as if by artillery, sent flying backward, while the sea of fire beneath their feet followed him, preventing him from leaving the area.

"Don’t waste your efforts, you can’t escape." Prince Heng laughed triumphantly, standing in the sea of fire as if he were a divine ruler of the world.

He continuously grasped flame spears with both hands, throwing them at Zhao Douan. The spears exploded, creating small mushroom clouds.

Prince Heng watched Zhao Douan flee in distress under the bombardments, laughing madly: "Did you truly think you’ve cornered me? How can you be certain that my solo escape from the camp wasn’t a deliberate lure? If I truly wanted to flee, why not use the faster warhorse and instead choose a carriage?"

Prince Heng was confident in his victory, relying on the Red Flame Saint Armor, unleashing Magic derived from the Fire God relentlessly.

Meanwhile, he spewed trash talk, fully taunting, to draw Zhao Douan into a direct confrontation with him.

However, Zhao Douan ignored his words, merely evading the bombardments around the fire’s edge, eyes calmly observing.

Soon coming to a conclusion:

"Prince Heng’s true form is none of those I’ve seen. He’s using Fire Escape, hidden somewhere within this sea of fire."

"Before the Mana of this Half-body Armor is depleted, I can’t find him, nor can I break this sea of fire, and these flames are continuously consuming my Inner Strength, even scorching my Divine Soul!"

Zhao Douan could distinctly sense, the consumption speed of Gang Qi was alarming, Inner Strength burning like a candle, gradually diminishing.

Amidst the scorching air inflaming his nose and mouth, the Green Lotus in his Sea of Consciousness, alongside the leaf obtained from Master Gu Huo, sustained his mental clarity.

At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to escape, facing being burned alive here!

Where did such a buggy Suppressing Object come from? It’s entirely unreasonable!

With frustration cursing in his heart, Zhao Douan suddenly halted, coldly speaking to Prince Heng: "Gongshu Tianyuan once told me, breaking a Suppressing Object is simple, you just need to shut down the Magic Artifact itself, so, as long as I can find your hidden true form, this formation will collapse itself."

As he spoke, Zhao Douan’s official robe abruptly turned dark red, hair cascading down. One of his eyes turned pure silver, the other remaining clear. His aura instantly transformed, a touch of feminine softness merging with his masculine presence.

"Senior Pei, I need your assistance." Zhao Douan murmured softly to himself.

Releasing control of his body, simultaneously, Zhao Douan’s silver pupil revealed an eerie cold light, lifting the borrowed arm to hold up a dark ancient seal.

Before everyone’s gaze, the Mystic Turtle Seal slowly spun.

"Water God, descend!"

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Experienced heartbreak, damn it, got rejected the day before New Year’s Eve, can’t celebrate this year properly.