A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Zhao Dong. Beside him, Song Qingwan also sensed the incredibly formidable aura. Her face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out over her body from just a single glance at the imposing man. Still, she clutched Zhao Dong's hand tightly, refusing to retreat even half a step.
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing. He raised his fighting intent to its peak, ensuring he could instantly dodge with Song Qingwan the moment the man attacked. Looking at the figure before him, Zhao Dong said coldly, "I did. And who are you?"
The man gave a sinister smile, his copper-bell eyes making him look even more menacing. "The name's Tu Longhu," he said grimly. "Ever heard of me?"
Zhao Dong's pupils shrank slightly. "Tu Longhu? The third-ranked fighter on the Heaven List?"
"So you're not a complete idiot!" Tu Longhu snorted. "You hit my niece, Shen Yana. How do you plan to settle this?"
