Danger swept toward him, along with the firelight.
Shi Chun instinctively crossed his arms over his head. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he, the Chief of the Eastern Nine Plains, would capsize in a gutter.
To him, what else could this be but a gutter? Something that should have posed little danger had somehow become a dead end in his hands. This really was like seeing a ghost.
In his heart, he viciously cursed eighteen generations of An Wuzhi's and Zhu Xiangxin's ancestors. With all his discernment, he had failed to spot even a trace of fear in those two bastards. One being fearless was bad enough, but the other hadn't hesitated in the slightest either. So they were both gambling with their lives like this?
It was one thing if they wanted to die. The problem was that they had dragged him into their death trap too.
He had misjudged them. Misjudged them spectacularly.
By now, how could he fail to understand? Those two had never had any confidence in subduing that white flame. They simply wanted the divine fire so badly that they had deceived not only others but themselves. Ruthless men who would even deceive their own lives-today, he had finally seen such people firsthand.
Only now did he truly understand how fiercely practitioners of Fire-Attribute Technique coveted divine fire. Before, his understanding had come only from what he had heard. This time, he had experienced it deeply for himself.
What a painful revelation-an experience bought with his life just before death.
I treated you as brothers, and you screwed me over to my death. I can't accept dying like this...
Huh? In the depths of despair, he suddenly noticed something strange. *Am I already dead, or what? How can I still be