Flames of Revenge

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" The giant stomped the ground. Qin Wentian's eyes, that were as large as saucers, were filled with cold intent and stared at the tiny figures before him. Finally, he halted his steps.

In front of him the phantom phoenix, which the holy maiden transformed into, was shrieking none stop, revolving around an area. Qin Wentian could feel the flames of anger in her heart. He stretched his hand out and replied, "I will make them suffer a fate worse than death."

That holy maiden landed in Qin Wentian's outstretched palm and transformed into a droplet of nirvanic blood. In addition to her, there was another holy maiden who also chose to ignite the nirvanic flames. Qin Wentian stared at her, before turning his glance towards the holy maiden below whose immortal-foundation was crippled and was now being held captive by the white tiger, a smouldering rage began to burn in his heart.

The White Tiger Race will definitely pay a painful price.