The Martial Artist felt a chilling killing intent emanate from Shen Haoran and reflexively lunged forward, trying to escape his reach. But his hopes were dashed. Before he could even move, a scorching heat pressed against his neck. The terrifying temperature instantly seared his skin crimson, and the excruciating pain sent his body into convulsions.
"Don't move a muscle. Otherwise, I can't guarantee I can control this flame's temperature. If you end up roasted, you'll have no one to blame but yourself!" The emotionless voice that came from Shen Haoran's lips sounded to the Martial Artist like the whispers of a Demon from Hell. He didn't dare make the slightest movement.
"Who are you, and why were you following me?" Shen Haoran demanded.
"I... I..." Hearing Shen Haoran's question, the Martial Artist stammered, clearly unwilling to reveal his purpose.
