The National Teacher shouted at Hua Cheng, “Young man, do not underestimate your opponent! His current form is even harder to deal with than Bai Wuxiang! What’s more, you had the advantage of the weapon before, but now, it’s gone!”
Sure enough, all the wounds on Jun Wu’s body vanished in an instant, leaving him looking brand new from head to toe.
He glanced at the National Teacher and smiled, “Teaching others how to deal with me in front of my face, I should kill you for your boldness.”
His smile held a warning.
The National Teacher fell silent, locking his gaze with Jun Wu’s.
Xie Lian reassured, “Do not worry, San Lang never underestimates his enemies.”
Xie Lian understood that even if Hua Cheng appeared carefree, he would not let his guard down.
Jun Wu stared at the blade and said softly, “Zhu Xin, it’s been a long time.”
The blade Zhu Xin— or perhaps it should be called “Zhu Xin”— hummed deep in his hands.
Xie Lian always thought Zhu Xin had grown too old and was prone to breaking someday, yet he never expected its momentum in the hands of its former owner to feel so different than in his own grasp!
Each clash between Zhu Xin and E Ming made the entire Bridge of Thoughts tremble, as if it could collapse into the magma below at any moment.