He Ming?
Hearing the World Mender named Huan address another World Mender that way, Yang An froze for a moment.
He looked at the mask on He Ming's face, at that cluster of flames.
The Earth Celestial Dao Sect had a World Mender named He Ming. Could it be him?
His gaze resting on He Ming seemed to alert him, and He Ming looked back at Yang An as well.
Yang An instinctively withdrew his gaze, yet he felt as though thorns were prickling against his back.
This feeling was strange, yet somehow familiar.
"Huan, you struck first. Aren't you afraid I'll snatch away your prey too?"
He Ming withdrew his gaze and looked back at Huan.
But Huan merely smiled faintly.
"If you have the ability, then go ahead. Why bother asking me?"
"Good!"
Something was off about the atmosphere!
Yang An sharply sensed it. These two were both World Menders from the Earth Celestial Dao Sect, yet they seemed to be at odds with each other. Just a few words were already filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Would they start fighting?
At that thought, Yang An suddenly began looking forward to it. Could this be an opportunity for him?
Just as he was calculating in his mind, a scorching aura slammed into his face. Crimson flames soared into the sky, staining heaven and earth a deep, bloody red.
The flames erupted nearby, coming from He Ming. His entire body was concealed within the sea of fire, as though he had transformed into a god of fire at that moment.
The blast of flame waves was right before them, but just as it was about to reach Yang An and the little girl, it was blocked by an invisible wall.
"He Ming, are you actually serious?"
Huan did