Other than Chiyou Xiang, Zhurong Xiang also stood beside Chen Luoyang.
The huge palm formed by raging flames grabbed the golden sword formed by the talisman.
Then, the golden sword melted under the burning flames.
"I'm giving you your last bit of dignity, but you don't want it yourself." Chen Luoyang's expression remained calm. " It's always such a small trick. Why do you need to practice martial arts? "
As he spoke, Zhurong's fist struck towards Li Yuanlong's head.
Li Yuanlong's figure was engulfed by the raging flames.
He looked at the young man in the air, at the pair of eyes flashing with a dark golden light.
"Winner takes all…"
The loud explosion cut off the second half of his sentence.
Li Yuanlong lowered his head and looked at his chest.
The ice crystals were spreading and had already covered half of his chest.
