Huǒ Yulie did not understand what was going on. Who was this man? How had he entered the Realm of Sacred Flames when it should have been blocked off to everyone except the winners of the tournament? While she didn’t understand how this had happened, she understood enough.
“If thou wishes to harm Jian Wu, then thou shalt fight me.”
With that declaration, Huǒ Yulie released her power; chi flooded the land, scorching hot and brilliant like crimson flames. The sound of a phoenix’s cry echoed around the chasm. Fires immediately sprang up around her. Heat from the fire created an updraft that caused her shimmering hair, like ardent flames, whipped about her head. So hot were these flames that the ground beneath her feet had turned a molten orange. Her mask had also come undone, fluttering to the ground, where it burnt to a crisp.
The older man whistled.
“Well, ain’t you a beauty. I’d love to go a round or two with you,” Shen Yunhai said with a grin.