He had not even seen the thing that shocked him the most.

"You are not qualified to challenge me!" A cold and contemptuous voice came from Darryl's mouth. Then, a ball of white flame emerged on his right palm—it was in the shape of a lotus flower.

It was White Lily Cold Flame.

Darryl raised his hand, and the White Lily Cold Flame jumped off his palm and greeted the attack from the surrounding Spectral Flame. Moments later, the White Lily Cold Flame had swallowed most of the Spectral Flame.