"I've always wanted to teach that Yu Clan brat a lesson, and it looks like fate has handed me the perfect opportunity!" Xue Mao giggled as they walked back to the town, rubbing his paws together with gleeful anticipation.
His icy blue eyes shone with malicious delight as he gave Xiao Ming a go-ahead signal, urging him to proceed.
Xiao Ming, too, felt the familiar rush of revenge swell within him, particularly against Yu Jingtian, who seemed to hold a deeper, personal grudge against him.
As if fate had conspired for this moment, Xiao Ming was armed with his new weapon—the Heavenly Flame Sword.
The blade gleamed with a terrifying sharpness, the edge smooth and lethal, capable of slicing through illusions as easily as flesh.
Its hilt was crafted to resemble a dragon, its mighty head roaring in an eternal struggle, exuding an overbearing celestial aura that seemed to set the very air on fire.