Eyeing Xiao Yan who had pounced onto the green lotus, Yao Lao helplessly shook his head. Xiao Yan had obviously not overcome his shock: did he really think that this green lotus could be directly cut off?
Yao Lao let out a sigh. He waved his palm and a suction force stilled Xiao Yan’s body just above the green lotus before pulling him back and throwing him by Yao Lao’s side.
“Fool.” Tilting his head and seeing that Xiao Yan was staring at him in an confused manner, Yao Lao laughed bitterly and took out a metal sword from the storage ring. After which, he randomly threw it at the green lotus.
When the metal sword was about to reach somewhere above the green lotus, a pale-green colored flame suddenly spat out from the green lotus. The metal sword was burnt into a writhing liquid in the blink of an eye.
Observing this scene, cold sweat appeared on Xiao Yan’s forehead. He swallowed his saliva and smiled awkwardly at Yao Lao.