"You... what the hell is this thing, what kind of Demon Art did you use to summon such a bizarre flame? Why can it ignite my white silk scarf? This is simply impossible!" Bai Zhan shouted angrily, bombarding with a series of questions.
"It's just a little flame, is it worth making Young Master Bai panic like this? Didn't you say your white silk scarf couldn't be ignited?" Xu Hao replied with a faint smile.
Just now, Bai Zhan's arrogant words were instantly slapped in the face, and this kid must be feeling very uncomfortable now.
But Xu Hao felt no sympathy for him; to look down on his flame like that, what a joke?
This was something Xu Hao had conjured using a mental method in combination with the Sun God Altar, how could ordinary fire compare?
Zu Zizhan's face suddenly became extremely colorful, and he suddenly spread his hand open and started drawing in the air.
No one could see what he was writing or drawing, but only Xu Hao, Meng Xiangwen, and a few others could tell.
