The teenager uttered an unwilling roar, and suddenly the purple flame surged above him, just like the rage in his heart.

"Young man, don't struggle any more! Today, you must die!" On the horse's back, the wooden iron looked down at Danxuan, as if it was a God who judged Danxuan's fate.

The flame converged and the seven-star bully halberd disappeared in Danxuan's hands. Instead, it was a purple flag, the sacred purple king's flag!

Danxuan glanced at the two men standing in front of him and said in a cold voice, "Tiger, protect Jiling, the weak one you're dealing with!"

"What about you?" Ji Ling asked Danxuan with concern....