Shen Xuan remained expressionless, smiling silently.
The meaning was simple: go ahead and make your move.
True Master Red Fire's eyes glowed red as he stared at Shen Xuan: "In that case, Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, don't blame me for hitting hard! Mingyu Devil Head and my Fire Cloud Sect have a deep blood feud; she must not be spared!"
If Mingyu Devil Lord were to leave safely.
The entire Fire Cloud Sect would become the laughingstock of the Yan Country.
At this point, True Master Red Fire no longer hesitated. He was willing to risk his life to defeat Shen Xuan.
As long as Shen Xuan didn't intervene.
Even if he was severely wounded.
With the collaboration of his six junior brothers, they could still kill Mingyu Devil Head.
Thinking of this, a hint of killing intent appeared on True Master Red Fire's face, his Divine Thought manipulated the remaining eight crimson-gold fire dragons, ferociously charging towards the ice lotus from all sides.
