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The younger generation is still just that, truly believing that those who have experienced the Cangqiong Palace are so easy to toy with.
Little White Jiao smelled the firelight, dared not to force a clash, and swung its tail to sweep up a layer of snow that crashed into the burning air.
"Hisss Hisss Hisss," the snow wall was instantly vaporized into gas, the spraying steam hot enough to scald human skin. Although Little White Jiao's hide was tough and its scales thick, it still felt the searing breath crackle painfully on the surface of its skin, showing just how fierce Wang Fenglei's Scythe Wind was.
"Little snake, wind follows the dragon and clouds the tiger. Let this old man show you what Wind Power is," Wang Fenglei leapt into action, his Fire Scythe in hand rapidly changing color, shifting from red to green. A cold wind suddenly rose in the Snow Gully, whirling up broken snow and ice, forcing Little White Jiao to fly even higher.
