C1688 Battle of Flames

"You're even crazier than I am!"

Zhao Futian was taken aback when he saw Xiao Ling agree to the wager. He felt a rush of unexpected joy; Xiao Ling was practically handing him the Seven-color Fire on a silver platter.

"Zhao Futian, don't take this lightly. You must give it your all to secure the Seven-color Fire!"

Elder Mo, witnessing Xiao Ling's swift acceptance, let out a cold chuckle