Without a word, Xia Liu flipped his hand and slapped, and the sound of thunder instantly filled the area.
At the same time, sensing the right moment, Liu Dao also hurled the Chaos Primordial Flame that was in his palm.
In the instant the flame left his hand, Liu Dao's entire arm was exposed down to the white bone.
But before it could horrify anyone, those stark white bones began to turn into black ash and fell to the ground.
Liu Dao no longer felt pain.
In his eyes, there was only the fierce blaze that was raging toward Xia Liu.
However, on the opposite side of the blaze, a gigantic handprint emitting a multicolored light was rapidly attacking.
The aura carried by that handprint was even more terrifying than the Chaos Primordial Flame at the peak of Martial Dao.
For the first time, Liu Dao had feelings of regret.
Perhaps he also understood that after this move, there would be no chance for regret, so he might as well let his mind be in disarray now.
