Xuanfeng's killing intent was genuinely real, and so was his guilt.
As resolute as his killing intent had been earlier, his guilt was now just as deep.
He was such a contradictory person.
However, when he faced those seemingly smiling eyes, his guilt vanished into thin air. In its place, a deep chill set in.
Within Qing Yu, the ferocious Flame Power swept out, enveloping and rapidly neutralizing the Geng Metal Energy that Xuanfeng had inflicted. Not a bit more, not a bit less, as much Geng Metal Energy as Xuanfeng injected, that much Flame Power was generated to refine it all.
"South Fire overcomes West Gold, uncle master, how was this move of your nephew?"
Qing Yu lightly smiled as he brushed away his powerless hands, and Xuanfeng collapsed, sitting down on the ground in dejection.
