Chapter 1231: Nascent Soul Ruins

One of Jonathan's hands was wrapped in golden flames, and it was just an inch away from Morris' face. The surrounding elders and disciples of the Imperial League were stunned.

"You lose!" Jonathan's indifferent gaze and soft voice echoed through the void. Those onlookers gained back to their senses, and they were shocked.

Since the beginning of the fight, Jonathan had disengaged every Morris' attack. His flaming fist was aimed directly at Morris' face.

The disciples nearby were...