Everyone was stunned by Zhao Fu's action, filled with doubt. "Why is a Ghost Clan member joining in the fun? This is the King of Kings Sword, a sacred artifact of the alien races—not something an outsider can touch. No matter how strong he is, it's useless."
"Could it be that he doesn't know what the King of Kings Sword is, so he foolishly stepped forward to give it a try? Looking at him, he really might not know."
Someone kindly warned him, "Holy Son, that is an artifact of us alien races, called the King of Kings Sword. Other races cannot touch it, or they will be attacked."
Hearing this, Zhao Fu answered calmly, but continued walking forward.
This left countless people present rather astonished. Someone had already warned him, so why was he still going forward? Did he not believe them? Or did he think that, because he was powerful, he could pull out the King of Kings Sword?
Some people could practically see Zhao Fu making a fool of himself—before he could even reach the King of Kings Sword, he would be blasted away by it.
Still, he would only have himself to blame! Thinking that great strength alone would let him pull out the King of Kings Sword, even after being told that only alien races could step forward and draw it—insisting on going anyway was simply too arrogant. If he made a fool of himself, he could blame no one else.
Everyone present watched Zhao Fu as though waiting for him to make a fool of himself, because they simply did not believe that a Ghost Clan member could step forward and draw the King of Kings Sword.
The nine great prodigies and those terrifying figures hidden among the crowd also turned their eyes toward