On the stage, Bai Huayuan released a Fire Jiao from within his paper fan.
It left An Lufeng startled.
He gazed at the black and red paper fan in Bai Huayuan's hand.
An Lufeng: "A Magic Artifact?"
Watching as the Fire Jiao Dragon lunged at him, the scorching heat hit him full in the face.
An Lufeng remained calm.
Bai Huayuan was confident in his own strength, and An Lufeng, equally confident in himself.
He saw his fists and palms shine, and with a raise of his hand, a wild wind surged around An Lufeng, where an intense air current gathered in his palm.
An Lufeng held the dragon head of this fiery Jiao in one hand, instantly releasing the force.
The air current dragged the Jiao to roam beside An Lufeng.
Then, An Lufeng's entire body shook, directly dispersing the Fire Jiao with a burst of qi.
However, right after An Lufeng had dispersed one Fire Jiao Dragon.
Bai Huayuan slapped his paper fan, and suddenly, two more Fire Jiaos took shape.
