However, after a long while, the imagined flames consuming her body never arrived.
She slowly opened her eyes.
A towering figure appeared before her. The dagger in his hand blocked the fireball. The fireball desperately tried to break through, but it couldn't budge an inch. Before long, the fireball's energy was exhausted and it extinguished.
"Wang Hao!"
Chen Lingxue murmured softly.
"Old man, when you beat a dog, you should consider its owner, right? This is my woman, and you went straight for the kill?"
Wang Hao looked at the white-haired elder not far away, his eyes carrying a hint of defiance:
"Do you really think nothing of me?"
Chen Lingxue: ???
What did he just say?
Beat a dog?
If she could move, she'd really want to kick this fool to death.
"Wang Hao!"
The white-haired elder surprisingly called out Wang Hao's name upon seeing him.
"Oh? You know me?"
A look of surprise flashed through Wang Hao's eyes, but he soon understood.
