True Lord Tiancheng cast a sidelong glance at Wan Jianyi and the others as they turned into streaks of light and flew away, but paid them no heed.
His blazing gaze settled on Tang Zhuying. The aura around him surged violently as a shocking wave of heat roiled out, causing the surrounding air temperature to soar rapidly.
In an instant, True Lord Tiancheng's head of black hair turned red. As it fluttered, it resembled a fiercely burning blaze.
The White-Browed Daoist opened his mouth, his gaze flickering.
This woman was far too rude and arrogant. It was good to let Fellow Daoist Tiancheng test the foundation of her cultivation.
With that thought, he no longer spoke to stop him.
True Lord Tiancheng's imposing aura doubled. He took one step forward, his body shooting forth like a meteor.
"Show me what you can do. Let me see just how capable you are, to dare act so brazenly before me!"
"Cultivation Art: Fire Dragon Blast!"
Before he could even rush before Tang Zhuying, True Lord Tiancheng's voice rang out once more.
Amid the firelight, he threw an iron fist. In the blur, it seemed as though the roar of a dragon sounded.
Vast True Yuan transformed into a fire dragon, charging fiercely at Tang Zhuying's face.
"Good timing!"
Tang Zhuying's beautiful eyes flew open. She knew full well that no matter how much reason one spoke or how many words one said, strength would ultimately have the final say.
She lightly raised her hand, and as True Yuan circulated in her palm, a bamboo flute appeared in her grasp.
The bamboo flute swept lightly, stirring up a fierce gale.
Within the wind, hundreds of emerald-green bamboo stalks emerged from nothingness, forming out of thin air and stretching across the space between the