"Daoist Wen, please stop!" Cui Wuran was shocked, waving his sleeve to release several beams of white light that formed a white barrier around the room.

The red-haired youth ignored him, his eyes turning bloodshot as if he had lost his sanity. With a single wave of his hand, his black whip shattered the table into pieces and lashed towards Yuan Ming again. The black flames on the whip affected those near Yuan Ming, forcing them to retreat in shock and anger.

Yuan Ming frowned, this person was relentless. He waved his sleeve.

The Blood Transformation Blade glowed with a sudden burst of blood light, transforming into a streak of blood that shot towards the red-haired youth, its speed doubling from before.