True Flame Shackles and the Fire Phoenix Sacred Mark

Chen Rui's gaze froze at once, fixed on the burst of flames.

Through the haze, that childish voice still echoed by his ears.

"Got it, Mom!"

"Dad! Dodo wants to play slingshot games!"

"Dad, Dodo can fly now!"

"Dodo wants to come too!"

"Dodo has to stay with Dad..." Before he knew it, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. The fingers clenched into fists nearly pierced through his armor and dug into his palms.

Isyorul's explanation caught in his throat, because he saw Chen Rui's eyes. Those pupils had turned a furious crimson, as though flames that could annihilate everything burned within them. Even he, a kingdom-level powerhouse adept in fire-elemental power, felt a chill of fear.

There was only one meaning in that gaze: either you die, or I live.

Any explanation was superfluous.

Isyorul rose into the air and shouted, seemingly to bolster his own courage. Hundreds upon thousands of meteor-like crimson flames appeared around him, shooting and sweeping toward Chen Rui. He had actually struck first.

Chen Rui's consciousness had been set ablaze by extreme rage. He did not notice that beneath the armor on his left arm, a strange mark was emanating scorching power. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind: Kill!

The blue-armored figure turned into a bolt of lightning, ignoring the crimson flames dancing across the sky as he charged straight at Isyorul.

Boom! Boom! Boom... The meteor flames struck their target solidly. Amid the scattering sparks, the figure taking the repeated bombardment seemed utterly unaware of it, charging all the way to Isyorul's front.

The instant Isyorul met those crimson eyes, he shuddered. Just as he was about to teleport away, a berserk force slammed fiercely into his lower abdomen. His body flew several hundred meters upward, and he doubled