The young man from the red flame tribe was terrified. He felt his Burning Blood begin to freeze. His body was stiff and he could not move.
"Save me ..."
The young man from the red flame tribe shouted in fear.
"Kill!"
Lu Ming thrust his spear forward. The Spear's gleam pierced through and killed the genius of the Scarlet Flame tribe.
A heaven's favorite who was not weaker than Liu shangkai had fallen just like that.
"Brat, you're looking for death!"
"Damn it!"
Immediately, there were roars of anger. Many of the Scarlet Flame clan's prodigies looked at Lu Ming with rage.
The young man from the red flame tribe had an extraordinary status in the red flame tribe. He was extremely talented. However, he had fallen at the hands of Lu Ming. The members of the red flame tribe were filled with murderous intent.
"Let's go!"