Under the impact of the flames, Yan Xiaobao merely scraped his neck, drawing a trace of blood. Yet, although the Saint was focused solely on extinguishing the flames, his intuition was incredible. His body instinctively avoided the danger. Yan Xiaobao glanced at him, observing the Saint who was staring back. With one hand, the Saint slowly traced the fine cut on his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief.