By the time Xuefeng reached the edge of the arena, Minori's body had become nothing more than an unrecognizable lump of charred flesh, still crackling softly with lingering embers.
The Queen overlooked the scene from above, her gaze remaining fixed on Xuefeng's retreating figure. Her tongue flicked unconsciously across her lips, intrigue sparkling in her eyes. He was even more captivating than she had imagined.
"Xuefeng, that was incredible!" Yiren's cheerful voice broke the tense silence, cutting through the gloom as she practically skipped over to meet him at the entrance. "Why didn't you use your sword during your earlier fight, too?"
She was bursting with pride and curiosity. Having mastered Fire Qi herself, Yiren understood the strength it required to wield flames so powerful, though hers paled in comparison to Xuefeng's eerie black fire. She cared nothing for Minori's death; the only thought on her mind was Xuefeng's impressive display of power.
