The Vermilion Bird Old Ancestor's head rolled to the ground. Blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, drenching Wang Quan from head to toe. The scalding Vermilion Bird blood soaked through his robes and seeped into his skin, while the southern bright separation fire clinging to it seemed to have found a new host. It spread swiftly across his entire body with the blood and began burning him without mercy!
Crimson flames danced and churned over him, scorching his flesh with a sizzling hiss. Yet Wang Quan stood amid the flames without the slightest trace of pain on his face. He did not even furrow his brow. It was as though he had completely lost his sense of pain-or flames of this intensity could no longer hurt him.
The southern bright separation fire burned over him, illuminating his sharply defined face and lending his handsome features an eerie beauty. His hair streamed in the wind amid the flames, each strand distinct, like burning crimson serpents. He looked like a demonic god of fire who had walked out of an inferno, bewitching and dangerous.
A chill rose in the hearts of the five remaining Old Ancestors as they watched him.
The Bull Demon Old Ancestor swallowed, tightened his grip on his enormous axe, and gritted his teeth. "No! We can't keep going like this! If we don't attack now, we'll be next! We're five mighty Eighth Realm experts-how can we let some worthless brat fresh out of the nest chase us around?! If word gets out, won't the entire Central Continent laugh at us?!"
He drew a deep breath and roared, "Attack together! I refuse to believe he can overturn the heavens single-handedly!"
The other four Old Ancestors exchanged glances. Fear still lingered in their hearts, but they knew