“Loser, this will not end until I kill you.” Voidchild’s eyes released intimidating eyes, seemingly capable of turning Jian Ming into a sieve.

“Poof!” His flames intensified. This was a type of dao flame capable of melting any metals with a single touch. Strangely enough, it gave off an impression of being unbearably cold.

This was due to his murderous intent, making those standing nearby feel as if they were stuck in an ice pit. His hatred for Jian Ming...