The cloud-like flames with a firebird in the middle emanated a faint demonic aura.

“That’s a bird created from the sword art?” A muddy statue with an angry expression, less than one-and-a-half-meter tall asked. The jade bricks below him instantly turned into mud.

Many people recognized this devilish genius. He once killed an older cultivator of the fifth-level with a single palm strike, turning him into a pool of mud.

“It is really the Firebird Demonic Sword!” Dongfang Jingshui heroically landed from above with his own evil energy and red cloak. The crowd gasped at his appearance.

He was too famous among the young generation, capable of fighting a supreme elder at the half-step level from the previous generation.

Dongfang Jingyue came as well with a floating moon beneath her feet. She looked just like a goddess in her white dress while holding a red...