"It's over! Li Ping'an is undoubtedly doomed to die!"
A group of cultivators watched as Li Ping'an vanished into the flames, and they already foresaw his end, sighing and lamenting:
"The future of Mount Longhu is gone!"
...
"Young Master Li! Are you alright?"
Zixia, who cared the most about Li Ping'an, cried out in shock, tightly gripping the chair beside her, almost breaking it.
"My benefactor, Li Ping'an, hasn't been burnt alive by that evil-doer, has he?"
Upon seeing this, the Night Traveler, Muqiang Baoshan, immediately glared fiercely at Zhengyi Taoist Nangong Zhidao, who was still spewing flames relentlessly.
"Li Ping'an, you can't have..."
The immensely tense Ghost Taoist quickly removed a talisman that was covering his eyes, revealing his deeply sunken eyeballs, squinted for a moment, and then his heart was at ease:
"This kid just knows how to scare people! Damn, I didn't expect him to withstand the Fire Element Technique. To do so at such an age, truly remarkable!"
