One hour later...
ROAR!
The battle horn howled, shaking the very heavens.
Fire Peak Lord Huo Rong rose to his feet, his black beard gleaming like polished obsidian, his long hair flowing like a noble scholar in a painting—
—if not for the sheer murderous intent twisting his features.
Su Xiaobai's brows lifted.
He had assumed Huo Rong was on their side.
So why was this bastard looking at him like he fucked his wife?
And then—
With a lazy shove, Huo Rong sent his two disciples into the stage.
At first glance, they were just two figures clad in flame-patterned robes.
But the moment their auras ignited, the entire sect balcony stiffened.
Because these weren't just any disciples.
One was Inner Court Rank #7—Blazing Tyrant Yan Wushang.
His Ninefold Inferno Body made his very bones burn with fire, every strike capable of melting steel into lava.
The other?
Inner Court Rank #4—Huo Lingxue, the Ember-Frost Phoenix.
