"Again?"
"It's him again!"
"Using that move again?!"
"This man should have been slain by Night Shura, and before that, Roaring West Wind Wang Tuan should have also died—both saved by this man."
"With him around, the Six Great Sects can win solo duels easily, but killing someone becomes much harder."
"Unless they kill this swordsman first."
...
Sword light suddenly flared, sending Zhang Jian flying and rescuing Li Qingshan.
Whoosh.
The gazes of Jianghu people all turned toward Chen Jichuan, buzzing with discussion.
"Boom!"
Water splashed explosively.
Zhang Jian once again burst out of the water, steam rising all around him. His eyes locked on Chen Jichuan, suppressing his fury, he said coldly: "Since you're itching for a fight, how about stepping onto the field and facing me, Zhang, directly? Sneaking a sword from behind—what kind of skill is that?"
Twice, his killing intent had been thwarted. Twice, he'd been sent flying in embarrassment.
