Pit Dug by the Black Empress Clan

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(Sixth update)

Only after temperatures of over a thousand degrees and tens of millions of hammerings could steel become a sharp blade.

Beneath the tide of azure flames, the ground had been scorched pitch-black. Some parts had even melted into crystalline formations, giving off waves of acrid smoke.

Amid the fiery heat and white smoke, a dark figure gradually emerged.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A bout of coughing came from the flames as Zhao Wuji stepped out, looking utterly miserable.

Every step seemed to take tremendous effort, leaving one footprint after another on the scorching ground.

Compared to his previously luxuriant "fur," Zhao Wuji now looked like a peeled, smooth hard-boiled egg.

"Ah!"

Two female screams, one long and one short, rang out.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong both covered their faces with their hands, their cheeks flushing hot. The sight before them was simply too eye-searing.

To describe it with a line of poetry:

"What ancient bird-dragon, whose horn could topple mountains?"

For girls who had never experienced such things, the visual impact was simply too overwhelming.

Although Zhu Zhuqing remained as aloof as ever, she was still a girl. She slightly turned her head aside and pretended not to know the people in front of her. Yet the heat in her ears showed that she was still somewhat embarrassed.

Yang Ming had already dismissed his Flame Demon Form and taken a spare set of clothes from the Nethersea Ring. Seeing Zhao Wuji stare at him with an exceptionally resentful look, Yang Ming felt a chill down his back and hurriedly tossed one of his spare outfits over to Zhao Wuji from a distance.

"Teacher Zhao, sorry. I accidentally failed to hold back."

Zhao Wuji was speechless. So you really hadn't gone easy on me at all.

Fortunately, without