In the dark golden vertical pupils of the True Dragon, two flames were quietly burning.
Around Xue Jing, the air began to ripple with subtle distortions, as if invisible flames were bending the light around him.
Wu Xuanzhu exclaimed in surprise, "Such pure rage."
Xue Jing had never seen Wu Xuanzhu and was not sure who the person in front of him was, and while under rational thinking he should have easily guessed the identity of the person before him, at that moment, his rationality was being consumed by the flames of anger, leaving no room for thought.
His mind harbored only a simple logical formula.
Person I don't recognize → approaches without greeting → aura well hidden → wants to ambush me → is an enemy.
The next moment.
'Boom——!!!'
