The young Jade Master's face changed. As he waved his feather fan, the white energy soared. With the sound of the energy burst, he blocked all the black flowing light and shouted coldly, "Get the hell out of here, I don't need you to interfere in my affairs."
"Pedantic!" Black Inflammation, the mysterious master, said as he snorted.
"Today we work as a team, and each of us takes what he needs. Black Inflammation, better get to know where you stand. I will kill you in the future when we meet again." Young Jade Master shook his folding fan, and suddenly the fan expanded around twenty or thirty times, turning into a large fan-shaped and two-handed sword. It was like a peacock flaunting its tail. The young Jade Master held the fan firmly. The aura he released was the purest Text of Taixuan
