"Go to hell!"
The black-robed old man seemed to have expected this.
A blood-stained, flame-infused Sword Qi, charged up and ready to explode, shot upward from below, slashing at Jiang Feng in midair.
He wasn't trying to escape.
Instead, he was making an all-out desperate counterattack, wanting to use the moment Jiang Feng burst out of the sea of flames to kill him.
"Ah, not good!"
Jiang Feng cried out in alarm.
Although he was already on guard, the black-robed old man's sword seemed to use some kind of forbidden magic; the blazing flames covering the Sword Qi grew extremely chilling. The power of heaven and earth on Black Iron Mountain became biting cold.
Everywhere was tinged with monstrous blood light.
The black-robed old man standing amid the flames looked every bit a maniac.
Jiang Feng felt his Loulan Slash couldn't withstand this blow at all.
