Volcano State.
The Ghostly Flood Dragon.
Su Ye's heart stirred as he received Li Jinhua's transmission.
"Hold up Ran Ningshuang..."
Without a second thought, Su Ye understood her intentions.
'Kill a True Disciple of the Star Casting Hall?'
'How thrilling...'
'Should I make a move?'
Su Ye's thoughts raced. If he intervened now, the "honor" of killing a True Disciple of the Star Casting Hall would undoubtedly fall to him.
This was a scorching "honor" to hold, one that would bring endless trouble.
But despite all that, a glint flashed in Su Ye's eyes. Without hesitation, he ordered the Ghostly Flood Dragon's cannons to turn toward Ran Ningshuang and fire a volley of Plasma Bombs!
BOOM!
The force of the blast was immense.
Half the night sky was stained by the crimson blood flames, like a piece of burning Xiangyun Sha being devoured by fire!
Taking the credit for killing a Star Casting True Disciple would normally bring endless trouble, but this time was an exception!
