Ye Chen cupped his hands and said, "Miss Han, please instruct me."
Han Xiaoduo's smile was as bright and pure as a flower, and she said, "Then I'll begin."
As the words fell.
Suddenly, a splendid radiance appeared on Han Xiaoduo's body.
Within the glow, a phantom of a divine bird, crimson all over, emerged.
"Second-Grade Bloodline, Vermilion Bird Body, Ye Chen, be careful!"
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Han Xiaoduo's figure dashed to Ye Chen's front, striking out with her palm.
Vermilion Bird Flame swept out.
It had to be said, although Han Xiaoduo was young, her combat style clearly showed extensive experience.
Clearly.
This group from a previous era of humanity, in this enclosed space, showed no signs of slack; they must have been undergoing strict training, always ready, waiting for their Daoist Lord to return and lead them to campaign across the eras once more!
Facing Han Xiaoduo's palm strike.
Ye Chen also struck out with a palm.
