Who on earth is this guy!
If it weren't for Zhang Liang's prior instructions, Xu He would have been tempted to drag over the First Squadron directly. No matter how powerful you are, can you withstand a war of attrition?
It seemed the conversation could only go this far. About three hundred paces between the two men, a mess of diagonally scattered bamboo - the remnants of those unevenly chopped by Gang Qi, sticking up towards the sky.
Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly. Zhang Liang's narrowed eyes rapidly constricted, growing smaller and smaller, until they were as tiny as needle tips. The result of his pupils' rapid constriction was that it made Liu Zhiming, who was sprinting from the opposite side, seem to move within a very slow pulse.
To outsiders observing lightning, in his eyes, the speed had already slowed to that of an average person walking.
