Almost the moment Zhongxuan Sheng spoke up, Jiang Wang had already rushed out the door.
His right hand formed a sword with two fingers joined, stirring the purple aura.
The person outside seemed to be caught off guard, subconsciously condensing a shield of heavy water in front of himself.
However, as the Sword Qi surged, droplets of heavy water scattered like pebbles splashing outward.
Jiang Wang's left hand reached forward, a bloom of flame appearing at his fingertips, which also blossomed at the face of the man before him.
All this may sound slow, but in fact, it was the exchange of just one move.
Just one step behind leaving the door, Zhongxuan Sheng saw Jiang Wang had already subdued his opponent.
"Zhongxuan Xin?" Zhongxuan Sheng furrowed his brows.
The man whose face Jiang Wang held at bay with a flame flower, daring not to move, was indeed Zhongxuan Xin.
He had an impressive hooked nose, but at this moment, there was none of the previous defiance.
