Flames etched their mark onto several men's bodies, making them resemble furnaces; even the temperature around them seemed to be rising.
"This is what power feels like."
With a hint of pleasure on their faces, full of killing intent, the men glared at Ye Chen, "Angering us was the biggest mistake of your life, prepare to die."
Their words had barely faded when they fiercely stomped on the ground, causing it to shake slightly. Their figures flashed like electricity, turning into streaks of fire as they rushed towards Ye Chen.
Amos casually lifted a cup of wine from the table and sipped it with ease, his eyes brimming with amusement.
As members of the Sun Temple's Guard Squad, they could roam freely in Zhonghai, as long as they did not encounter Dragon Soul or the Ancient Martial Arts masters from the East.
