Burn, My Youth!

Xiao Wu sat atop the broad palm of Yang Ming, who had transformed into the Flame Demon King. Yang Ming deliberately restrained the thousand-degree heat of the Green Lotus Core Flame to keep Xiao Wu from being burned.

Beneath the flickering blue flames was a skeletal palm. Through the gaps between Yang Ming's fingers, Xiao Wu watched the previously arrogant Soul Elder get sent flying by Yang Ming's punch. For some reason, a wave of peace filled her heart, like a ship adrift without a shore finally finding a harbor for its soul.

Yang Ming's strength gave her a tremendous sense of security.

Yang Ming lowered his head and said in a deep voice,

"Xiao Wu, get down first."

Only after Yang Ming reminded her did Xiao Wu snap back to reality. A lovely rosy blush spread across her cheeks, making her little face adorably red. It was hard to tell whether she was embarrassed or simply overheated by the surrounding temperature.

Xiao Wu smiled sheepishly at Yang Ming, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. She leaped from his palm, nimble as a rabbit. Her body spun several times in midair like a diver's before her little feet lightly touched the ground. As effortless as a dragonfly skimming the water, she landed safely.

Only after seeing that Xiao Wu was unharmed did Yang Ming withdraw his gaze.

Watching the Blackwater Captain climb up from the ground completely unscathed, Yang Ming did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.

"Seriously."

The Blackwater Captain's gaze instinctively shifted toward a corner. There was no one there, yet his eyes seemed able to pierce across a vast distance and see someone. He muttered in a low voice,

"This commission really isn't easy."

The three Soul Rings beneath his feet rose and