This burst of sword qi was extremely powerful; Ma Minghai's attacks appeared to be nothing in comparison.
Alarmed, Zhang Xuan assessed the situation before him warily.
Even with his strength, if not for his sharp instincts prompting him to escape in advance, he could have been sliced in two by that burst of sword qi.
Just who in the world was in the wooden hut?
Jiya!
The door opened, and a figure slowly walked out.
Zhang Xuan's eyebrows shot up. The Boss of the underground black market?
It was none other than the person whom he had a hundred Saint low-tier sabers pummel back in the Ring of Death!
But why would he appear here?
The other party had mostly recovered from the wounds he had suffered back in the encounter with Zhang Xuan, but from the glaring scars that crawled all over his body like innumerable centipedes, one could still fathom the tragic plight he had once been in.