The shock in the West Saint King's heart could not be any greater, but it was more of a desire for revenge. She pulled out the Crimson Flame Whip at her waist and attacked Little Sly Jiang fiercely. "Take this!"
The Crimson Flame Whip was a divine weapon of the Sacred Clan. After hitting the other party, it would leave a wound on their body that looked like it had been burned by flames, so it had this name.
The West Saint King was not weak to begin with, and with the Crimson Flame Whip, she was even more powerful. Even the South Saint King, who was at the peak, did not dare to easily attack her.
The whip crackled in midair and hit Little Sly Jiang.
Little Sly Jiang grabbed the whip firmly. The moment she grabbed his whip with her bare hands, the West Saint King smiled.
Stupid woman, you actually dare to take the Crimson Flame Whip empty-handed. If I don't cripple your hand, I won't be worthy of being called the West Saint King!
