The Flying Swordman's appearance is that of a young man, but he is far from young, being at least fifty or sixty years old.
Having lived for so many years, his eyes bore a hint of time's passage, and when he spoke, there was naturally an air of authority.
Xiao Zheng just smiled faintly and said, "Since you want me to strike first, that's fine, but you better be prepared, otherwise, it will be meaningless if I defeat you."
The Flying Swordman didn't say a word, but his gaze towards Xiao Zheng carried a hint of mockery, as Xiao Zheng was just a nobody and still dared to speak to him like this, not knowing life from death.
Below the stage, when the crowd heard Xiao Zheng's words, they all burst into laughter, thinking Xiao Zheng was a bit too arrogant.
Xiao Zheng shook his head and said, "I spoke kindly, and you wouldn't listen, so there's no other way." With that, Xiao Zheng suddenly charged forward.
Swish!
