The Crimson Kirin and the Crimson Fire Python tore into each other. At first, the Golden Fire Python held the upper hand, but before long, the Crimson Kirin burst apart, transforming into over a hundred crimson-gold firebirds that swooped at the Golden Fire Python and ripped chunks of golden flames from its body.
"Impossible!" Zhao Ming cried, his face changing drastically.
The sight before him was beyond anything he had imagined. He couldn't believe that the spiritual flame he had nurtured for a thousand years had been extinguished just like that.
He hurriedly tried to recall the Golden Fire Python, but it was too late. The hundred-odd Crimson Firebirds tore it to shreds and devoured it.
A clear birdcall rang out. The hundred-odd Crimson Firebirds swiftly merged into one, becoming a Crimson Fire Phoenix. Carrying an unbearable wave of heat, it swooped toward Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming's face turned deathly pale with fright. Only now did he understand just how great the gap between them was.
"Fellow Daoist—no, Senior! Senior, please stop! This junior will acknowledge you as my master and obey your every command from now on, without question. Please spare my life! I was forced into this. If the Ning Family cultivators hadn't coerced me, I never would have helped them commit such evil!" Zhao Ming begged desperately, his voice almost breaking into sobs.
His earlier attempt to flee made it clear that he was a coward who feared death. He had struggled for so many years to reach his current position; how could he bear to die now?
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. Zhao Ming knew full well that the Ning Family had finally kicked an iron plate. He had no desire to die alongside them; all he