"That's nothing more than something you imagined yourself. How could I possibly lose?"
Xu Hao smiled slightly and took out a palm-sized stele from his chest.
The Heavenly Prayer Stele is of magical treasure level, of course it can change its size.
When the Saint of Fist saw the Heavenly Prayer Stele, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
This thing looks quite ordinary, just a small stele, but upon closer inspection, he felt that it was filled with vast energy.
As if it contained a sea of stars!
"What is that thing in your hand?" the Saint of Fist couldn't help but ask.
"Just a mere stele,"
Xu Hao said, then raised his hand and tossed the stele downward, letting it float where he had control over it.
"Pretending to be mysterious! Is Xu Hao trying to cast a spell?" someone immediately said disdainfully.
"Who knows what he is doing, but since even the Saint of Fist has not stopped him, it seems that whatever he is doing isn't anything impressive."
