"Hoo..."

a milky flame came out of the old man's hand and covered his dry old hand. The heat on his hand was getting hotter and hotter.

Chen Tianming only felt a burning pain in the place where he was held by the old man. He closed his eyes and desperately endured the inhuman torture. Countless tiny sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and he still bit his teeth to resist.

when the old man saw Chen Tianming saying nothing, he nodded in his heart, because he knew how deep the heat was coming from his hands. Even the gold and iron should melt, but Chen Tianming still gritted his...