As soon as Nie Tian uttered those words, the fiery shooting light that had been traveling at a high speed suddenly slowed down.

When An Rong and the others looked up at it, it didn’t seem as large as the meteors that had descended from outer realm. Rather, it was like a surging ball of fire.

“It’s coming for you?” An Rong was taken aback by Nie Tian’s words.

Nie Donghai’s expression flickered. “What is that? Did you do something to piss it off?” He assumed that the fireball had locked onto Nie Tian because it was going to kill him.

“It means no harm, grandpa,” Nie Tian explained.

SHEW!

The dashing ball of fire stopped steadily right in front of Nie Tian.

FIZZ! FIZZ!

Countless wisps of flame were like slithering, burning snakes, bit by bit retracting into the armor.

Only then did the crowd finally have a clear look of the mysterious thing that had burned like a sun. It was actually a set of exquisite armor.

Nie Tian’s eyes were fixed on the Flame Dragon Armor as he eagerly examined it...