“Flower Burial, your opponent is me!” The Ying River King, in his white robe, landed on the Flame Dragon’s skull. He purposely used his saint energy when he landed on the Flame Dragon’s skull, wanting to push the skull down.0

But the Ying River King’s feet only created a creaking sound and couldn’t suppress the Flame Dragon’s skull.0

“What a pity.” Lin Yun recollected his gaze from Wang Muyan with a smear of disappointment in his eyes. That was a great opportunity since Ji Zixi had severed the connection between Wang Muyan and the Heavenly Wheel Pagoda. If he took this opportunity, he could have retrieved the divine flame fragment.0

But it was a pity that he missed the opportunity. Wang Muyan was enveloped in the radiance of the Heavenly Wheel Pagoda once more.0

The Ying River King’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he sneered, “Ha, it looks like you didn’t treat me seriously.”0

“You’re merely someone who lost to me. So why should I be bothered with you?” Lin Yun replied indifferently.0

“You know my strength well, so there’s no need to provoke me,” the Ying River King smiled.0

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