That Murong Jiankong was clearly different.
He wore a white robe, and powerful energy echoed around him.
Though he didn't deliberately exert pressure, his own Sword Intent carried an invisible dominance.
Those around, who used swords as their weapons, found their swords suppressed upon approaching Murong Jiankong.
They couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
Xu Zimei, however, didn't care about him, whether it was Murong Jiankong or anyone else.
In his eyes, there were only two words.
"Ants!"
Perhaps in this Blazing Flame Realm, only Candle Dragon had the qualifications to battle him.
Beside Murong Jiankong stood another young man.
The young man in fine clothing similarly wore a white robe, a longsword at his waist, and appeared graceful and handsome.
He sat beside Murong Jiankong, even Sikong Lian spoke to him with a hint of flattery.
"It's him," Murong Jiankong's gaze fell on Xu Zimei.
