Lost in thought, Ming Xuan skillfully halted the Peacock Dragon in midair, and with a swift turn, faced the fellow riding the Fire Dragon. Simultaneously, Ming Xuan declared solemnly, "If that's the case, I won't run. Show me what you've got... just bring it on."
Hearing Ming Xuan's words, the fellow riding the Fire Dragon's eyes shone excitedly as he waved his hand, and the Fire Dragon raised its head high. From its gaping maw, a crimson orb of light rapidly condensed.
"Raging Fireball!" Finally... with a roar, at the next moment... as the dragon's mouth snapped downward, a meter-diameter crimson fireball, roaring like a comet, was spat out and hurtled toward Ming Xuan.
Facing the incoming fireball, Ming Xuan slowly raised his right hand to his right side at a right angle to his body, his eyes coldly fixed on the oncoming projectile. Meanwhile, a strange change occurred in the Peacock Dragon below him.
