The fear and panic in Hei Suo's heart had vanished.
Empowered by the terrifying Martial Soul brought by Death Dark Flame, he was able to look down on Ling Xiao from a position of superiority.
A smug smile appeared on his face as he sighed and said, "Why did you force me to use Death Dark Flame? I really didn't want to take your life, brother, but once I unleash this move, even I myself find it terrifying and uncontrollable!"
Hypocrisy!
Ling Xiao looked at Hei Suo indifferently, as if he were staring at a fool who was complacent standing on the shoulders of a giant.
Suddenly, he thrust out with the Ice Dragon Sword in his hand.
It was still "Flying Snow."
His fastest strike!
"The same move, you think it could harm me again?"
Hei Suo watched Ling Xiao's strike with scorn as a domineering aura roared into the sky. The massive flaming creature behind him stretched out a hand and effortlessly blocked Ling Xiao's sword.
