Seeing the Nine-Colored Separation Fire, Chu Hao was extremely pissed off; back then he'd been chased by an Emperor Realm expert of the Fire Nation using this damn thing.
Not far away, the Taizong Saint Child said, "That's not Nine-Colored Separation Fire he cultivated himself."
Upon hearing that, everyone's faces were full of contempt—if it's not something you cultivated yourself, then it was just handed to you by someone else.
"The Fire Nation's envoys, each one weaker than the last," someone mocked.
The people of the Fire Nation looked ugly.
These days the Fire Nation really was dogshit unlucky: one envoy dead, another missing, the ancestral tomb robbed, and now when Yue Feng wants to make a name for himself, he actually runs into a tough opponent.
Yue Feng clenched his teeth; he couldn't care about anything else—Chu Hao dared humiliate him, so he had to die.
