Luo Zheng clenched that ice-blue flame in his hand and slaughtered his way through Iron Moon City.
Every Saint Race Martial Artist who dared to step forward and block him was stained by that unstoppable flame.
Only a few Saint Race Martial Artists could use powerful Fire Law to resist the Ice Soul Demonic Flame for a little while. But the Ice Soul Demonic Flame was ultimately a profound art comprehended by a Saint, as well as Nightingale Saint's signature technique. How could these Realm Lords of the Saint Race possibly withstand it?
A Saint Race Martial Artist who cultivated Fire Law conjured scarlet-gold flames. He resisted for only a short while before the true fire within him was devoured by the Ice Soul Demonic Flame. After the World Within his Dantian was completely frozen, he could only stare despairingly at Luo Zheng before him.
Luo Zheng slowed down and cast the Saint Race Martial Artist a faint glance. Under his gaze, the Saint Race Martial Artist was wrapped in the Ice Soul Demonic Flame, swiftly transforming into a human-shaped ice sculpture as the aura of life quietly faded away.
Then Luo Zheng lightly tapped the ice sculpture with his finger. Countless cracks spread across the Saint Race Martial Artist's body, which collapsed into a heap of shattered ice scattered across the ground.
"Such an audacious human brat!"
"How dare this fellow attack in Iron Moon City!"
"Kill him!"
Luo Zheng's actions finally alarmed the Saint Race Martial Artists across half of Iron Moon City. One after another, they shot out onto the street, rapidly surrounding Luo Zheng layer by layer.
"It's Luo Zheng!"
"Luo Zheng has come to Iron Moon City!"
"Luo Zheng is so strong now! A few years ago, he was only at the Divine Sea Realm,