The dog-licking villain only wants to be doggy, and the heroine doesn't follow the routine!

Three young people knelt in a row.

The old drunkard paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"The three of you, because of sheer luck, all obtained the Imperial Flame. What is the Imperial Flame? Hmm!? You answer that!"

Zhao Ritian was taken aback: "It's the spark of the emperor!"

"fart!"

The drunkard pointed at Zhao Ritian and said viciously, "You don't know any bullshit! 'The imperial lineage,' you say? Why don't you just say he's the emperor's bastard?!"

Pointing at Long Aotian again, he said, "You speak!"

Long Aotian looked around: "Is it the emperor among fire seeds? The strongest fire seed?"

"Hey!"

The old drunkard nodded: "Your dog brain is barely usable."

The drunkard said, "Tell me, why is your seed called the Imperial Seed? Lu Chengwen, you speak!"

Lu Chengwen shouted, "I don't know! Senior, just scold me!"

"A lazy bum waiting to die! utterly hopeless! A wasteful, manure-producing machine!"

The drunkard said, "The Emperor's Fire Seed is incredibly powerful. If used properly, it's better, more powerful, and more effective than any divine weapon! Kid, get me a look."

Zhao Ritian stood up: "Crimson Emperor Burning Heaven Flame, activate!"

call--!

Zhao Ritian had been holding back his anger for a long time, and this time he was determined to show his strength.

The fiery flames spread everywhere, and the surrounding area within a dozen meters was like a sea of ​​magma. The temperature rose instantly, and everything around turned to ashes.

Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian quickly used their true energy and fire to resist the high temperature and fled.

The old drunkard snorted, "A trivial skill."

With a slap, all the flames were absorbed into his palm.

Zhao Ritian was stunned.

The drunkard drew all the flames into his palm, condensing them into a small fireball.

"Setting fires everywhere is pointless, and your fire temperature won't even rise. You might as well compress them and turn them into concealed weapons or attach them to your own weapons, making them invincible and omnipotent!"

The drunkard hurled the fireball, and with a loud bang, the fireball hovered in one spot before exploding!

The sound was like thunder! And the high temperature spread instantly, and even though they were far away, the three little ones could feel the terrifying power.

The drunkard stared at the three people: "Since you three are disciples of Hun Tiangang, then you are my juniors. Each of you possesses an emperor-level fire seed, which is your good fortune. Meeting me is something you have earned through eight lifetimes of good deeds."

The three people looked at each other.

"From today onward, I will teach you how to use the Imperial Fire and unleash its power."

……

Wilderness and desolation.

The three brothers stood in a row.

"The mind and intention are in harmony, the intention and thought are in harmony, the thought and spirit are in harmony, and the spirit and energy are in harmony."

"Concentrate and become the master of the fire!"

"How it operates is not up to it; it's up to you to decide!"

"I'll demonstrate it again, and then you can do it."

The drunkard took a big gulp of wine, then spat it out. He reached out and clenched his fist, and all the flames seemed to be drawn back to his palm, rapidly compressing into a fireball.

Everyone gazed at this amazing sight, finding it hard to get enough of it.

The flames were compressed, as if they had acquired a deep and hard texture.

The hard flames, squeezed into a tiny space, slowly wriggled and burned, creating a scene that was both beautiful and terrifying.

The three little ones leaned closer to take a look.

Long Aotian narrowed his eyes: "So that's how it is... Mysterious. The flames have become works of art, but they are terrifying and violent works of art. At a certain moment, they will explode and bloom, as beautiful as stars and as powerful as the sun."

Lu Chengwen nodded: "Even the temperature is compressed and isolated, so it won't diminish or decay. It's simply miraculous!"

Zhao Ritian: "That's fucking awesome!"

With a slight exertion of his breath, the compressed fireball instantly dissipated, leaving only a wisp of smoke, which vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The three people were stunned again.

Such immense power, such a violent and restless thing, vanished just like that.

That requires an incredibly terrifying level of control!

"It's your turn. Give it a try."

Long Aotian stretched out his hand, and a flame ignited in his palm.

The pure white flames crackled as they burned, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The old drunkard said with a stern face, "Your cold fire is unique; the secrets of the universe lie within your low temperature. You must live up to your flame."

"Oh dear, you silly thing! What are you afraid of? Be brave, yes, don't be afraid, keep the temperature down, don't let it spread everywhere."

"Spherical compression! What kind of rubbish are you compressing? Is it really that hard to compress it into a regular sphere?"

"You call yourself exceptionally talented? I think you've eaten a ton of shit!"

Zhao Ritian, who was standing next to him, laughed loudly: "He really has eaten a ton."

Long Aotian was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and felt as if his trachea was frozen by the low temperature, so he coughed repeatedly.

He took a few steps back.

Forcibly controlling the White Emperor's Fire to that extent would be too difficult for Long Aotian.

“Senior, I… I haven’t yet reached the Gateless Realm, and my true energy is probably not strong enough…”

"Aren't you supposed to possess the aura of a king? There's no divine weapon or flame that the aura of a king can't control; you just haven't found the method and the secret. Try again!"

"Yes."

The drunkard walked up to Lu Chengwen and said, "You give it a try."

Lu Chengwen looked embarrassed: "Zhao Ritian, you go first. I... I'll observe and learn first."

Zhao Ritian laughed heartily: "Watch closely, this genius does it! Shit-spraying dragon, you better learn from me!"

Zhao Ritian assumed a horse stance, gripped his wrist with one hand, and suddenly a ball of flame ignited.

The old drunkard was taken aback: "Hmm! That's interesting. Yes, that's it, compress, push hard! Hold your breath, yes, yes, you're really something!"

"Keep going, control the temperature, don't be afraid to press it down. You are its master and have a natural resistance to it. It can't hurt you."

"Push harder! Push harder! Keep going..."

The red flames in Zhao Ritian's palm were actually compressed.

However, that ball was extremely unstable, or rather, it was impossible for it to maintain a perfectly round sphere; it was constantly changing left and right in a dynamic state.

As soon as the bulge here was pushed down, some more spilled out there...

"Push harder! Push harder! Use your strength evenly! Use your whole body!"

Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth: "Ah! Ahhhhhhh—!"

The drunkard smacked him on the head with a stick: "You call yourself a spicier? Just shout it out loud! Screw it out!"

Zhao Ritian was covered in sweat.

Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian were also stunned and moved closer to look at the group.

"He really did it?"

"Damn..." Lu Chengwen exclaimed, "I never expected that Ritian would be the first to find the trick."

Long Aotian said sourly, "This won't work either. Look at it, it's completely unstable and could fall apart at any moment."

The drunkard angrily shouted, "Push harder! Push harder!"

Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth and strained his whole body: "Ugh—!"

The old drunkard was astonished; he had actually mastered it so quickly!

Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian also leaned closer to take a look.

The three men stared at the flame in Zhao Ritian's hand, and they all helped him by pressing their heels together.

Zhao Ritian is going head-to-head!

puff--!

He farted.

The flames instantly dispersed, and a foul stench spread in all directions along with the heatwave.