The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

Fang Zhou stepped on the Xuanyuan Sword, flying over these people’s heads, landing beside Wu Lin.

Seeing the blood at Wu Lin’s mouth corner and clear fingerprints on her neck, Fang Zhou’s gaze slightly chilled: "Who did this?"

Although Wu Lin was sometimes excessively enthusiastic, which annoyed Fang Zhou a bit, he genuinely liked this straightforward and decisive girl, and her figure.

Seeing Wu Lin beaten, anger surged in Fang Zhou’s heart.

Wu Lin’s gaze instinctively fell on Deng Yunlan in the distance, but instead of complaining, she urgently said to Fang Zhou: "Don’t worry about me, quickly extinguish those Exotic Species True Fires, or else the Fire Dragon will break free, and Sword Casting City and Taobao Mall will be in danger."

Fang Zhou turned his head to see the complex lines revealed in the volcanic pit’s sky. Blue flames were burning along these lines, resembling a blue flower blossoming in the air.

And the molten lava below seemed quite peaceful, with no signs of a volcanic eruption.

Fang Zhou said in confusion, "Isn’t it very peaceful? Where’s the sign of eruption?"

Wu Lin was extremely anxious: "Below is a real Fire Dragon, obviously sleeping. Once the seal is undone, it will immediately wake up."

Fang Zhou gasped in shock.