After Yan Wuji and the other two witnessed Xiao Ming's breakthrough, their hearts refused to settle.
The sheer terror and oppressive pressure radiating from his body were suffocating, forcing the trio to grit their teeth until their faces flushed red.
Even without him launching an attack, the mere presence of his aura made their actions feel like a suicidal gamble.
"Bai Yingyu, you're such a jerk!" Yan Wuji cursed under his breath, his voice barely a whisper.
Yet, Xiao Ming's heightened senses, honed by his powerful physique, caught the faintest sound. His brow twitched slightly, but his expression quickly smoothed over.
He had expected this kind of reaction—after all, not everyone in the clan would be pleased to see someone they once dismissed as trash rise to such heights.
SWOOSH!
The golden flames surged forward like a tidal wave, their speed and ferocity unmatched.