But Xu Wuyi didn't dodge. He simply raised his right hand and gently pressed it forward. A wisp of blue Flame rose from his palm, forming a thin curtain of light in front of him.
The moment Li Jingsong's fist smashed into that light curtain, his expression changed. He felt his Power of Heart Image dissipating at an unimaginable speed. It wasn't being blocked or neutralized; it was being incinerated. The golden light, formed from decades of his painstaking effort, curled, blackened, and turned to ash the instant it touched the blue curtain, just like paper meeting a raging fire.
He tried to pull his fist back, but it was too late. The blue Flame spread up from his fist, coiled around his arm, and then engulfed his entire body.
