C2050 Playing with Poison

Looking at Qin Ming's fiery-red fist, feeling the majestic origin energy and the terrifying flames on it, a trace of fear rose in Iron Hill's heart.

He might lose this battle, and he might die!

A ridiculous thought arose in his heart, making him feel extremely incredulous.

Iron Hill naturally believed in his own feelings.

He was a flood dragon grade Martial Cultivator