"You want to kill me!" Pan Yu's face twisted. "You're courting death!"
Hu Xiang's expression grew grim. He had aimed for his opponent's heart, but at the last moment, Pan Yu managed to shift his body just enough to dodge the fatal blow.
Hu Xiang tried to yank his spear out but failed. Instead, his opponent used the leverage to charge toward him.
Blood trickled from the corner of Pan Yu's mouth. He gripped the spear embedded in his body with his left hand, and with a flash of dark light from his right, a dagger shot toward Hu Xiang.
But in that instant, his vision blurred, and he was dazed for a moment.
His movements slowed, and Hu Xiang seized the fleeting opportunity. Flames surged into the spear like a fiery dragon, instantly igniting Pan Yu's body along the weapon's shaft.
BOOM!
Searing flames turned Pan Yu into a human torch. The excruciating pain wracking his body made it difficult to think. 'Who wants to kill me?'
