Violent Male Beauty

The flame singed his hair, but he was also an elite.

With a sneer, he jumped backwards, and the flaming whip fell lamely to the ground. He was just about to scold Lin Huang for the unexpected attack when he felt hot on his head.

His hands reached to touch his hair, and he realised his head was on fire. Worst of all, the fire was sticky, and it quickly transferred to his hands.

Before he could say a word, the fire spread to his entire body, and he was quickly reduced to ash.

Outside the battle platform, everyone was flabbergasted.

They were still waiting to watch a good show and didn't expect the opponent to suddenly catch fire and die.

"What kind of fire is that?" someone wondered.

"It is different from the fire in the last fight." Another commented.

"As expected of phoenix fire. It's not easy to handle."

"Did you see how it stuck on him? It looks like you can't escape if even a lick falls on you."