Yan Fusheng stood erect before Chen Mobai, opening his mouth with poised confidence.
His right hand splayed open as he fiercely reached for the delicate-looking young man's neck, appearing ready to twist his opponent's neck off when an ancient bronze mirror framed in wood suddenly emerged and blocked his right hand.
Another Rank-3 Magic Artifact!
This youngster truly has a wealthy possession!
The thought flashed through Yan Fusheng's mind, but he had tremendous confidence in his own physique and cultivation level. As long as it wasn't a Rank-4 Magic Artifact, he feared none!
Subsequently, his right hand directly grabbed onto the surface of the Haotian Mirror.
Just as he was about to exert force to shatter both the mirror and Chen Mobai's neck, a pure white flame tinged with pale gold surged upon the mirror's surface.
Golden Flame?
