Zhao Houcai was drenched in cold sweat, his movements were extremely fast.
He was nicknamed "Throat-lock Hand", with most of his martial skills focused in his hands. When he exerted his full strength, the terrifying power nearly broke Zhao Feiyan's throat.
Zhao Feiyan felt suffocated, her eyes rolling back, and she desperately patted her father's hand.
"Hmm? Miss Zhao, what did you just say?"
Jiang Shi showed suspicion, urging his horse closer and asked.
"It's nothing, nothing, Brother Jiang, are you also going to the Wuliang Daoist Temple?"
Zhao Houcai's face turned pale, forcing a smile.
The implication was, the last time you committed such a huge massacre that shook the Fengzhou Martial Arts, this time with heroes gathered and the presence of the three Martial Saints - Daoist Qing Song, Zen Master Wu Hui, and Sect Leader Yue, how dare you show up again? It's a road to doom.
"That's right, I plan to attend the martial meet to exchange some resources."
