Suicide?
Zeng Yuefeng was dumbfounded. His face was full of disbelief as he looked at Qin Heng, as if he had seen a ghost. He mocked with a cold laugh, "You little beast, have you lost your mind? Who do you think you are! Mr. Ai, aren't you going to show your true strength yet?"
"At your command, Young Master!" the Old Man with the Blood Blade bellowed. He stood up again, his figure flickering, True Qi surging, and blood energy overwhelming the sky. In an instant, he arrived within ten meters of Qin Heng!
"Han dog! That strike of yours was indeed not weak. It caught me off guard. Considering your young age, your strength is impressive—truly rare indeed!"
He was a Martial Artist who had followed the Qing soldiers into the pass over three hundred years ago, massacring numerous Han people, and held a profound contempt for them.
