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"Drawing a blade in my presence?" Su Changkong's eyes flickered with cold light, naturally exuding a chill that only someone whose hands were stained with the lives of many could possess!
"This..."
The big man broke out in a cold sweat, unconsciously stepping back, his heart pounding.
"So... so strong!"
Yan Song admired inwardly. This tall man, named Jing Hong, was the leader of the guards responsible for protecting County Magistrate Wang Yun. His own strength was extremely formidable, no less than Yan Song's, yet in the presence of Su Changkong, he couldn't even draw his blade!
Yan Song quickly came to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Brother Wen, Lord Jing Hong is just eager to practice martial arts and bears no ill will."
"True... true, Mr. Wen's martial skills are formidable, I am no match!"
Jing Hong nodded repeatedly.
"Good... but I do not wish for anyone to draw a blade in my presence again."