In a large forest, not far from the phoenix city, two figures floated above, each releasing waves of their aura.
Draco looked at Ivy's father; his expression turned serious.
Ivy's father released his flame, burning all over his body.
Dave's flames compared to this were like a dust compared to a universe.
Draco looked at the flames that felt alive.
Cultivators at the same level as his would have been crushed by just the aura of the flame.
But he couldn't be compared with them, with his stats.
Ivy's father said nothing; his figure disappeared from where he stood.
No waves or influx of Originat was felt.
He appeared in front of Draco with his flaming fist thrust forward.
Draco still didn't move from where he stood.
At this moment, everybody had gathered, spectating the battle.
When they saw that Draco didn't move, they disdained him for his arrogance, while the girls and others were worried.
As the fist reached Draco, he tiptoed backward, dodging the blow.
