Jiang Rang, he's dead, and Chu Fengmian couldn't be bothered to care.
But this Hong Xuan, has touched Chu Fengmian's reverse scale, and Chu Fengmian wants to make him understand that death is nothing but a luxury for him.
"Refine!"
Boom!
The magic fire in Chu Fengmian's palm burned even more fiercely.
In the midst of the magic fire, the pain Hong Xuan felt was almost thousands, tens of thousands of times more intense.
If he still had a physical body, it would almost be enough to make him die of pain a million times, but now Hong Xuan only had his soul left.
In this magic fire, instead of fainting, he felt everything with extreme clarity.
This is the fearsome aspect of the magic fire; it wouldn't kill Hong Xuan but instead make him experience endless pain.
Everyone present could clearly hear Hong Xuan's screams, and each of their faces turned pale with fear, retreating one by one, looking at Chu Fengmian like a demon.
