"Idiot! You're only so-so!" He glanced indifferently at the scepter that was charging towards him. The moment he raised his eyes, the divine light on the scepter seemed to dim a little. A trace of ridicule flashed across Ming's incomparably beautiful face as he swept a pitying gaze towards the opposing crowd.
A person like him regarded everything in the world as ants. His pity was simply incomparably cruel and disdainful.
With a thought, the flames around Ming rushed into the sky like a pillar of fire, connecting heaven and earth. An ancient, complicated, and nine-colored pattern appeared under his feet. Seeing this pattern, both Dongfang Jiao and Beiting Jing, who had seen Yan Ye summon his soul, narrowed their eyes. It was exactly the same as the pattern under Yan Ye's feet.
Could it be that this fellow was also controlling his soul?
