Lu Xiaoyou's features were magnified on the large screen in the center of the stage.
The big screen, like a movie screen, displayed her unadorned face perfectly before everyone.
Her jet-black hair flew about her ears, a few strands messily clinging to her pale, translucent skin, and beneath those lashes thick as brushes, those eyes showed not a hint of fear.
The hem of her dress flew about, black with a red lining, like a blooming rose.
The tiger charged towards the ring of fire, and Lu Xiaoyou bent down, her back flush against the tiger's, and passed cleanly through the ring of fire.
She was like a phoenix reborn in fire, but Xu Huan, having just passed through the ring, wasn't as crisp and deft as Lu Xiaoyou.
Xu Huan's pants caught a flame, and at first, he didn't notice until a piercing pain on his calf made him stagger and fall. Turning his head, he saw the flame climbing up his pants towards his thigh, and his face turned instantly pale.
