When Lu Xuan sensed the life force of Princess Xingyue inside the purple fire shield gradually fading away.
The next second, a cold gleam flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes, and undisguised anger appeared on his face.
The aura around him ignited like a barrel of gunpowder, erupting instantly.
"Old bastard, you court death!"
In an instant, the Ghost Flame Nether Saber in Lu Xuan's hand unleashed a mysterious black light, rapidly entwined by a fearsome purple-black flame.
The purple-black flame flickered in the void, burning wildly, akin to the Destructive Fire.
The scorching heat it released seemed capable of reducing all things to ash.
"Bang!"
A sharp sound pierced the long sky, and the purple-black flame suddenly detached from the Ghost Flame Nether Saber, transforming into a majestic saber light spanning heaven and earth.
The saber light, dozens of meters high, carried world-shattering power, mercilessly slashing towards Wen Fengyuan.
