Vermilion Bird's Fire, Zhurong's Outburst

"Gasp, so this is the Sacred Beast Vermilion Bird!"

At the sight of this, Li Yun could not help but suck in a sharp breath.

Even though he had seen peerless beauties such as Nuwa, Houtu, and even the Queen Mother of the West, he was still stunned by Vermilion Bird's beauty when he saw her.

Especially Vermilion Bird's own bearing—it gave off a feeling of fiery passion, yet the aura she radiated was incomparably cold.

Most importantly, the instant he saw Vermilion Bird, he vaguely felt a peculiar throb churning within him, as though something were drawing him in.

"Something's wrong!"

"There's something wrong with this!"

Muttering inwardly, the expression on Li Yun's face shifted uncertainly.

After all, in such circumstances, anyone who was not an idiot could see that something was amiss.

Yet for the moment, he did not know how to put it into words, or even...

"You are Vermilion Bird!"

Stepping forward, Zhurong's breathing turned rapid. He stared fixedly at the figure before him, his heart filled with fervor and a trace of fighting intent.

Tap, tap, tap—

The sound of footsteps rang out as Vermilion Bird entered the arena.

Before long, she had arrived before Li Yun and the others.

"Ancestor Witch Zhurong."

After giving Zhurong an appraising glance, Vermilion Bird spoke calmly. "You are not my opponent. You do not even possess the ability to resist. There is no need for you to persist."

Zhurong's expression changed at once.

He was no fool. Who could not understand the implications behind those words? Who could not see that something was off?

More importantly, fury surged through his heart.

For no other reason than that he understood one thing clearly: if he failed, the blow to him would indeed be immense.

But there was another problem.