The Fu Clan disciple couldn't help but keep retreating backward.
The two balls of flame that pounced toward him were extinguished by Fan Wu with a simple flick, just like blowing out candles.
The flames vanished in the blink of an eye.
"How unimpressive!" When Fan Wu's disappointed remark fell, the pupil of the closest Fu Clan disciple suddenly constricted because he realized that this voice was sounding right next to his ear!
In shock, he twisted his head and saw Fan Wu standing beside him at some point.
"When did..." Before he could cry out in alarm, he found his shoulder being grasped by a large hand as big as a palm-leaf fan.
The Fu Clan disciple instinctively wanted to shake off the large hand on his shoulder.
But the hand seemed to be glued to his shoulder.
He also heard the other person's voice: "Don't move."
As this sentence was uttered,
