"Rob me?"
"Do you have the strength for that?"
The man glanced at Su Xuan, his face full of scorn.
This was because Su Xuan had delicate features and hair that looked meticulously cared for. He was clearly a pampered young master from a prestigious family, a flower raised in a greenhouse. In a real fight, a person like that was nothing but a weakling!
"And what if I do?" Su Xuan asked with genuine sincerity.
He truly hoped the man before him would know when to retreat and willingly hand over all his valuables, including the broken sword, to avoid unnecessary suffering.
"Hahaha!" The rugged-looking man laughed boisterously as if he had just heard a hilarious joke.
Then, he suddenly flicked the broken sword in his hand. It abruptly burst into flames, forming a complete fire sword! The fire sword was its complete form! The only flaw, a minor pity, was that while the fire was fierce, it was just ordinary fire.
"What a fine sword!" Su Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in praise.
