When the red-haired man saw the tiny flame released by Lěng Yè, he froze for a moment, then burst into a fit of mocking laughter.
"Foolish! Do you really think a paltry little flame like that can contend with my roaring fire? You Chinese people are always so blindly confident and ignorant!"
Just as the words left his mouth, he suddenly noticed that the raging fire in his hand had begun to shake violently. Its momentum plummeted rapidly, subverting its power as humbly as subjects before an emperor.
Chapter 492