"Prince, the embassy is on fire."
Inside the Feng Residence, Sword Slave displayed an urgent expression.
"Is that old woman only capable of using these types of methods?" Wu Zhong raised his eyebrows.
He had merely ordered his people to keep an eye on the Daxia Embassy, not to protect it because he firmly believed that his Little Yueyue had the ability to protect herself.
Ye Lingyue had absorbed the nine phoenix breaths and her physique was different from ordinary people. To her, such a fire was as trivial as a mosquito bite.
"Prince, this fire is no small matter; it appears to be a Mutant Fire."
Upon discovering the fire at the embassy, Sword Slave's men rushed in immediately to extinguish it, but those martial artists with cultivation around the Elixir Realm had just charged in when they were engulfed by the flames, turning into ashes, and even their armor melted into molten iron.
"Mutant Fire, damn it, that old woman, how dare she take such drastic measures."
