"You've entered the Conviction Stage?" Hong Feng narrowed his eyes at He Zhao.
He Zhao didn't respond but simply flicked the rusted sword in his hand. He had found this sword in the ruins of the city. Once a magical weapon, it had lost its spirit and was now no different from ordinary iron, albeit still sturdy.
"Are you actually challenging me?" Hong Feng sensed a killing intent emanating from He Zhao, which he found incomprehensible. How could this young man, who had just entered the Conviction Stage, dare to challenge him?
For a moment, Hong Feng felt an unsettling reversal: it wasn't he who was hunting He Zhao, but rather He Zhao who seemed to have been waiting for him.
"What opportunity did he find in the ruins of the city?" Hong Feng became wary, suspecting that He Zhao might have gained some advantage capable of threatening him.
