C1228 Nether fire!

Chang Xuzi was shocked, the mace in his hand fiercely smashed towards Lu Ruoqiu.

Ka-cha! * As a Third Grade Immortal Artifact's mace, it was as weak as thin paper right now, and was immediately sliced apart by Lu Ruoqiu.

Netherworld Flame!

Chang Xuzi was panicking greatly in his heart. He completely did not understand what exactly was going on.

He had seen this little girl before