"And this must be the famous Vanguard I've heard so much about," Zhu Yan said, his voice dripping with false politeness. "The one who tamed an Ice Phoenix and douses himself in cold flames. Tell me, do you need all that just to stay warm up here?"
He took a single step forward, and the heat spiked again.
This time, it was focused. A concentrated beam of oppressive, scorching spiritual pressure aimed directly at Lin Tian's table. The silver tablecloth in front of Lin Tian began to smolder at the edges. The wine in his cup started to steam.
All around them, the Azure Snow disciples gasped and swayed. They were drowning in the heat, their own icy cultivation struggling against the foreign Yang invasion. Their eyes, wide and desperate, flickered from the arrogant Crimson Sun Young Master to the calm figure standing at their head.
They were looking to their Vanguard.
