"Qi Sword? Very well, Zhao Letian, I can't believe that you still act so arrogantly before me. Since you're sincerely seeking death, I will grant your wish!" Seeing that Zhao Letian refused to draw his sword, Zhao Hongyu felt as if he had been insulted and couldn't help but laugh in anger. With a cold shout, he directly pulled out the knife he carried at his waist.
"Boom!"
The moment Zhao Hongyu grasped the knife in his hand, a surge of crimson flames suddenly burst forth on the cold, gleaming blade. The flames made the patterns on the blade burn with a piercingly bright red, as if filled with boundless power.
"Fiery Flame Martial Soul, capable of controlling the power of flame, merging fire attribute energy into attacks to scorch the opponent—extremely powerful!"
The crowd of onlookers exclaimed in surprise. Although Zhao Hongyu's Martial Soul was not as good as the Sword Martial Soul, it was still extraordinary and much more powerful than that of ordinary people.
