Several hundred hard white stones shot like arrows at Xu Yourong's body.
Yet this was not the beginning of a horrifying battle, but rather that of an escape.
Chusu had no confidence that he could defeat Xu Yourong. He did not even dare to attack her.
Hotheaded? Battle? Only a complete idiot would make such a choice.
He only hoped to leave alive, with the best case being a retreat with his entire body intact.
Under the cover of the white stones, he crashed through the wall of fire, transforming into a gray blur as he fled toward the alley.
All that was left behind was an anguished howl of misery echoing through the courtyard.
The wall of fire was the true fire of Xu Yourong's Phoenix blood. Even he had to pay a grievous price to break through it.
Xu Yourong watched as the gray blur vanished, her slender brows rising.
A gale howled, causing the white stones assailing her to drop down to the floor.
Two wings of holy white unfurled behind her.
