He could only wait, wait for an opportunity that Zhang Liang was also waiting for. As for the guy in the distance who intercepted the bamboo, he would ignore him for now; as long as he did not come to cause trouble, he would also not bother him.
The attack began!
Zhang Liang, holding a Broadsword with a short handle, rushed out from between the trees. His right hand dragged the blade, and the Blade light seeped out. The water stains on the ground automatically parted to both sides, sending sprays of water beads scattering ethereally into the air, less than a foot from the ground, not yet fully fallen, when the man wielding the blade had already charged in front of Liu Zhiming.
