Shen Haoran landed on the ground with the force of a falling star, and upon impact, a shockwave of golden fire rippled outward for hundreds of meters.
The earth groaned and cracked beneath his boots, and flames erupted like a volcano, geysers of solar heat spewing from the fissures he had created.
The air, already thin and choked with ash, was instantly incinerated, creating a vacuum that pulled the surrounding oxygen into the inferno radiating from his body.
The barbarians roared at him, their voices a discordant symphony of guttural rage.
Seeing a lone human standing in the path of their charge, they instinctively reached into their bloodlines, summoning their own flame.
Crimson fire began to lick their reddish skin, and their weapons began to glow with the heat of the forge.
They intended to burn this arrogant intruder into a pile of white ash.
But there was a fundamental truth they did not understand.
When Heavenly Flames appear, all other flames must submit.
