Diyang Wushuang saw Wang Xuan approaching, unaware of what techniques the opponent might have, naturally unwilling to act second.
Striking first carries the advantage of initiative, while striking later aims to seize the opponent's flaws. But Wang Xuan has no flaws.
"Come fight!"
The Immortal Saber in Diyang Wushuang's hand blossomed with fiery red radiance, the Fire of Death within the Flame Domain was stirred, transforming in the direction pointed by the long saber into a hundred-mile-long fiery dragon.
The dragon roared and spiraled towards Wang Xuan, a thousand miles in an instant, attempting to swallow Wang Xuan ahead.
This fiery dragon seemed only an attack, but once swallowed, the layers of embedded traps inside the fiery dragon would immediately trigger.
Once entangled, escaping without paying a significant price is impossible.
"Showy tricks." Wang Xuan chuckled lightly.
