After three months of arduous cultivation, Zhao Letian felt confident that he could easily subdue Xu Ye and was not afraid to engage him in a life-and-death battle.
"You dare to call me trash? Fine, if I don't kill you today, then I, Xu Ye, am nothing but a disgrace to the Skyfire Country!"
Xu Ye was burning with rage as he spoke, and with a flash of spirit light, he suddenly drew a long saber ablaze with fierce flames.
He had forgotten that it was he who had insulted Zhao Letian as trash not long ago.
In his view, the reason he lost to Zhao Letian earlier was merely due to his carelessness. Had he fought with all his might and fully concentrated, he believed he could still defeat Zhao Letian.
"If you wish to die, I can grant you that."
Zhao Letian was fearless, and with a flash of spirit light, he drew a pitch-black mid-grade Spiritual Weapon Spear from his hand.
