"The world's most formidable flames?" Beiyin Wuxie gazed at the four Flame Outer Clothing surrounding Xiao Yi's body, his pupils contracting sharply.
Even when he saw the Mid-grade Holy Artifact Cold Flame Sword before, he had never shown such an expression.
"And there are even four types." As the son of a powerful faction, Beiyin Wuxie had clearly seen a lot. He recognized the four formidable flames at a glance.
"No wonder you dare to challenge me, young master."
Swish... Xiao Yi didn't speak, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of flaming light, charging directly toward Beiyin Wuxie.
For some reason, there was an extremely detestable feeling emanating from Beiyin Wuxie.
He didn't want to waste even half a word of conversation with this person.
Only battle, nothing else.
"So fast." Beiyin Wuxie squinted slightly.
Before he could even flick the Hidden Cloud Fan in his hand, Xiao Yi's fist was already in front of his face.
