But Hong Fuxiu was also a battle-hardened veteran; she wouldn't fall for such petty tricks more than once.
The moment Wang Henglie swung his blade, Hong Fuxiu transformed into a ball of flame, dodged the incoming light beam, and crashed directly into the woman.
The blazing fire wrapped around the woman, who let out a miserable scream and hurriedly tried to escape.
She wanted to run, but would Hong Fuxiu let her escape easily?
Red sleeves fluttered as flames surged.
"Humph, dare to scheme against me, do you really think I'm a pushover?"
Hong Fuxiu snorted coldly.
"Nanming Lihuo, heed my command!"
With a graceful lift of her hand, a red silk suddenly flew out from her wide sleeve, immediately transforming into a fire dragon with red scales, baring its teeth and claws as it charged towards the woman.
