Han Bingruo—that was Yun Xuan's sworn younger sister. And Han Bingruo herself was no ordinary person: a fifth-layer Golden Immortal, with the Nine Nether Cold Qi to boot.
Even cultivators at the sixth layer of the Golden Immortal realm would not dare clash head-on with her.
Yet that person had actually managed to kill Han Bingruo.
Compared to Han Bingruo, he was nothing more than a minor character—let alone that ruthless man.
"Just wait. Once I tell Yun Xuan this news, perhaps I'll be able to squeeze some good things out of him in the future."
The young man thought smugly.
After all, he now possessed an immensely important piece of information.
Yet in the next instant, a wisp of purple flame caught on his clothes.
"Is this that person's method from earlier?"
The young man frowned at the purple flames on his robe and muttered to himself, then gave a light laugh.
"What can such a tiny flame possibly do? You think you can deal with me using this little spark? You truly overestimate yourself."
"Even if you killed Han Bingruo, you shouldn't be this confident, should you?"
"Heh..."
With that, the young man condensed a mass of ice in his hand and began trying to drive it away.
But the very next moment, the flames spread along the ice in his palm and onto his hand, then up his arm, until they engulfed his entire body.
In the blink of an eye, purple flames had begun burning all over him.
"No... no, what exactly is this thing?"
"Don't... don't!"
The young man mobilized the laws to suppress the purple flames, but strangely, no matter how he suppressed them, it had not the slightest effect.
The tiny flame that had seemed so insignificant burned ever fiercer, until it directly