Hehe, That’s Just a Prank…

Xu Xiaoshou had long stopped thinking of himself as a good person, as he'd gotten too much blood on his hands.

However, seeing his own sister-in-training almost get killed right before his eyes had ignited the fury deep inside him all the same.

He knew that the best course of action to take at the moment was probably to pick his sister-in-training up and immediately run.

Yet he didn't do so.

So long as they're alive, and so long as their blood runs warm, people need to stand their ground.

The temperature of the Senluo Woods at the moment was extremely high, and the tract of woods where they were standing had already been reduced to a wasteland. There was nothing to be seen inside the charring flames, as everything around had all been reduced to nothing by the high temperatures.

The ordinary power of thought and Sharpness were gathered in his hand, and there were compressed flames above each of his fists.