“Reveal your weapon, I’ll give you a… glorious death!” Fen Juechen said with a somber expression.
Yun Che hugged his chest, and said with a cold smile: “With you alone, you don’t have the qualifications to make me use my weapon.”
“YOU’RE COURTING~~~ DEATH~~~”
The three words this time were filled with Fen Juechen’s extreme rage and killing intent. This was the first time in his life that he, the son of the Burning Heaven Clan’s Clan Master, had been scorned in this way. Following the rise of his anger and killing intent, flames also began to ignite on the crimson flame blade.