Facing Ling Fan's furious onslaught, Yin Tianzu suddenly awoke, his eyes instantly filled with a fierce color, Paul's death had dealt him a severe blow.
"You impudent fool, seeking death! Today I will have you pay back your blood debt in blood. I will turn you to ashes, die!" Yin Tianzu roared in anger, and in an instant, flames engulfed his body, as if the Fire God had descended to earth.
Ling Fan's eyebrows twitched slightly; he hadn't expected this guy to also be a fire player. However, that was merely a fleeting thought, not causing even the slightest ripple in his composure!
He had already understood the power and extraordinariness of the Exotic Fire within his body. It seemed there was no one in this world who could surpass him in playing with fire!
"Heaven-Cutting Fist!" Ling Fan bellowed, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yin Tianzu, throwing a punch.
