"Fool." Zhang Chen shook his head after seeing Zhong Xiang's actions, choosing not to step forward and compete with him.
Sure enough, the next moment, the black and white space suddenly shivered slightly, and then a black and white airflow sprang up, twining like two pythons toward Zhong Xiang.
Zhong Xiang, however, had some tricks up his sleeve. With a quick movement, he dodged the Yin Yang Qi, landing directly on the altar, then reached out for the tray. But who would have thought a metallic-colored shield suddenly appeared, covering the treasure and keeping Zhong Xiang's hand at bay.
"How could such a mere trick trouble me? Fire restrains metal; watch how I break you!" With disdain and ease in his voice, Zhong Xiang released flames around him. However, despite the intense burning, the shield remained unscathed.
It was just this delay that allowed the black and white airflow to follow like shadows and, in an instant, bisect Zhong Xiang.
