This Holy Son Is Overly Smelly

"Xia Donghai, I'm going to bury you together with His Highness the Holy Son!"

Chi Yanli's voice was filled with endless grief and indignation.

This current descendant of the Scarlet Crow Clan was covered in blazing flames. It was too dazzling and too bright. It kept burning until the void distorted, causing Shuang Xueming to involuntarily take a few steps back.

He was an Ice Spirit Silkworm that was born in the extreme north, so he was naturally fond of the cold. As for high temperatures, flames and the like, he would avoid them as much as possible.

In a sense, he and Chi Yanli were indeed natural enemies.

However, at this moment, looking at Chi Yanli's domineering attack, his face full of grief and anger, Shuang Xueming unknowingly felt a trace of envy in his heart.

Why is my reaction half a beat too slow?

If he was the one who sent His Highness a reminder at such a critical moment and be the one who rendered a helping hand…