Flaming Qilin, an ancient sacred beast, came to the stage with imposing momentum. In no time, he directly crushed the lower half of Hei Zong's body.

Hei Zong howled miserably. His voice was as shrill as that of a crying ghost. Half of its body had been burnt into a cinder. Few could bear this kind of pain.

"How dare you eye on the Soul-Curing Flower. You are really courting death." Flaming Qilin's eyes, which were as formidable as a tiger's, glared around at the ...