"That's impossible! We're both at the second layer of the Martial Saint Realm. How can you be so strong?"
Su Fei did not answer. He merely uttered a few words calmly.
"You've finished attacking, island pirate. Now it's my turn, isn't it?"
Before his words had faded, the crimson saber energy in his palm erupted again.
This time, the crimson true essence was more concentrated and fierce. Like a burning crimson dragon, it shot straight toward Hojo Tetsuji.
Hojo Tetsuji was so frightened his soul nearly scattered. He hurriedly channeled his true essence into a defensive barrier before him.
But the moment his true essence barrier touched the crimson saber energy, it ignited, and crimson flames engulfed his arm as well.
"Ah! My arm!"
Hojo Tetsuji let out an agonized scream and tried to extinguish the flames with his true essence. But the flames were like a festering sore clinging to his bones: the more he tried to put them out, the fiercer they burned. They soon spread across his entire body.
Within just a few seconds, Hojo Tetsuji became a blazing fireball. He struggled a few times high in the sky before turning into a heap of ashes with a poof, scattering on the wind.
The first Martial Saint of the Wa Kingdom was dead!
The entire battlefield instantly fell deathly silent.
Hojo Yasumasa, who was locked in battle with Pang Junhao, trembled inwardly at the sight. His movements abruptly faltered, and his black saber energy veered off course.
Pang Junhao's bright silver spear seized the opening, piercing through his defenses. Its tip penetrated his armor and left a deep gash in his body.
He paid no heed to the pain. He simply stared wide-eyed in the direction where Hojo Tetsuji had turned to ashes, his voice trembling.
"What