“I didn’t even provoke you two, but both of you just want to make me angry.” Yue Yang became furious and agitated, while his killing intentions began to arise madly.
The Hui Jin magic blade in his hand was raised. Under the prompting of his innate qi, the energies of the demon dragon’s crystal and the molten core condensed as a deep golden flame. They ignited on the magic blade, extending outwards by more than a metre.
Flaming remnants swept across the stage, splitting the stone slabs like tofu being cut up by a knife.
Black smoke arose.
At the edges of the blade marks were traces of burning and corrosion.