Chen Zhao was so angry he trembled, the atmosphere in the arena was unbearably tense.
But at this moment, Su Xin let out a sneer, his face filled with infinite sarcasm.
"Teach me a lesson? Fine, I'll teach you one too. Since you've already retired, just stay in your shell. The Jianghu of today is not something you can get involved in lightly, nor are you qualified to participate!"
Su Xin's index finger like a blade, he lifted his hand and chopped down, what seemed like a feather-light hand chop suddenly burst into intense flames!
Ideal waves of heat rolled out, a red ribbon of flame like a cross cutting blade, instantly blocking all of Chen Zhao's paths.
Finally, with a 'boom' Chen Zhao was blown away, shattering several tables. A huge scar was across his chest, the surface was unimaginably burnt, down to the bone!
Esoteric Fire Blade!
Su Xin had drawn the Flame Sabre with the intention to use it as a life-saving trump card, but he never thought he would use it this soon.