The figure was clad in red armor, face obscured, and from a distance, it seemed wrapped in a halo of crimson flames.
Rumbling sounds echoed everywhere.
The surrounding snow mist was ignited by the light and fire, spreading and retreating in all directions —
From several miles away, just a single glance.
Xuan Jin immediately felt a sense of danger arise in his heart.
"Swish!"
In the next moment.
The red-armored figure standing on the mountaintop suddenly opened its eyes, the golden pupils emitting a dazzling, intimidating light.
In an instant, just an instant.
The tall red armor vanished into thin air, reappearing directly above the flying sword, delivering a straightforward punch aimed at Cheng Er's head.
"!!!"
Xuan Jin's pupils shrank.
The speed of this punch was so fast that he almost failed to react in time.
"Get down!"
Xuan Jin hastily formed a technique with his hands and shouted.
