"Hmm..."
Zhang Kui frowned, why was this guy blocking his way?
The way he addressed him changed from "kid" to "Taoist friend," as he indeed said, the weak are prey to the strong, without any disguise.
The other party was mysterious, and Zhang Kui couldn't be bothered to guess wildly, as his sword light flashed, his figure swooped down.
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet shattered, dust rising up.
Within a ten-meter radius around the black-robed scholar, it was calm and unruffled. Staring at Zhang Kui, his eyes flashed red, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Taoist Friend Zhang, this Sword Escape of yours is quite distinctive..."
Zhang Kui waved his sleeve, striding forward with a smile, clasped his hands, "Why do you block my way, Taoist friend? Could it be you're afraid Old Zhang will renege on a debt?"
"That's not it..."
