"You'd better leave this place quickly. I can't guarantee your safety after this," Rong Rong said with a smile.
"Ah, I'm leaving right away." Bai Qiuen reacted the fastest. He completely ignored what had become of his son and turned to leave, only stopping far away.
"Young master, should we—" Wang Fugui's subordinate tried to offer him some advice, but before he could finish, Wang Fugui had already turned and left.
"I suddenly remembered something very important."
"Young mistress." Once they saw their young master leave, the two subordinates immediately looked toward Qing Tong. She promptly followed Wang Fugui away.
"Father, what about us?" Wang Baiwan looked at his father, Wang Wanli.
"I'd quite like to see how the Tu Shan Queen deals with the Demon-Slaying Divine Flame Pure Yang Flame." Masked Old Wang did not move far away, merely taking several steps back.
"Ice against fire. That's worth watching." Shen Fei did not move. He had been watching the excitement from the mountaintop from the beginning; at this distance, he normally would not be caught up in it. Even if he were, he did not care.
"Tu Shan Yaya, let me show you what I can do." Standing on the frozen lake at Tu Shan's entrance in the distance, the Southern Kingdom Princess pulled out a long needle and stabbed the puppet doll in her hand.
"Ah!"
At the same time, Bai Yuechu, who had been standing motionlessly, suddenly let out a roar. The Pure Yang Flame surrounding him surged explosively, stretching toward Tu Shan Yaya.
"And you dare call this divine fire?" Standing amid the Pure Yang Flame, Tu Shan Yaya snorted coldly. Pure Yang Flame did restrain demons, and the title Demon-Slaying Divine Fire was no empty boast, but such restraint still depended on strength. It was