The Foxfolk man also smiled and answered, "I think so too. We needn't worry too much, nor should we be too disappointed. The person we've been waiting for—the one who caused the twenty-three statues to stir—still hasn't appeared. As long as the secret realm remains open, there's still a sliver of hope that the prophecy will come true."
Hearing this, everyone thought it over, and their moods improved slightly. They had nearly forgotten that terrifying figure hidden in the shadows. He too had a great chance of pulling out the King of Kings Sword—perhaps he was the one spoken of in the prophecy.
All eyes in the arena were now fixed on Zhao Fu, but they were not watching to see how he would draw the sword. They were watching to see how he would make a fool of himself, how he would court his own death.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change. With calm indifference, he slowly walked toward the King of Kings Sword.
As they watched Zhao Fu draw closer and closer to the King of Kings Sword, their hearts tightened as they waited for it to erupt with terrifying power and drive him back—or even blast him to death.
Zhao Fu walked forward step by step, and at last stepped into the King of Kings Sword's range.
Boom!
A thunderous roar rang out as an immense aura erupted. Golden flames three meters high blazed from the King of Kings Sword, kicking up fierce storms that spread in waves in every direction.
Smiles appeared on everyone's faces, and some could not help but shout. They had told him not to go, but now he had provoked such a huge reaction from the King of Kings Sword. What awaited him would not simply be humiliation—his life might be in