Roar——
A raging flame erupted from the three-foot spear light, instantly evaporating the rain around, heading straight for Dongfang Xingbai's head in Song Zhong's grasp.
The scorching firelight made Dongfang Xingbai unable to open his eyes. Although he couldn't do anything at the moment, the people he brought were all Martial Saints.
Although these Martial Saints were trash in his eyes, what about Fang Xinglan, a Martial Saint born in the Eastern Dynasty—wasn't she also trash?
"Kill this lowlife!"
Amid Dongfang Xingbai's low shout, a Martial Saint from the Jiuli Dynasty on the left had already taken out an iron fan, and with a flick of his sleeve, it swept out horizontally.
Boom!
The wind and rain scattered instantly, while sand was swept up by the whirlwind created by the iron fan, turning into a wave that rushed towards Fang Xinglan.
