Pierced Through The Heart By Countless Arrows

Zhou Dingyun seemed to have gotten a big shock. He jumped up, retreated a few steps, reaching his palm toward the storage bag at his waist. He narrowed his eyes and looked solemn.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Zhou Dingyun assured himself. "I am a Level 8 Qi Refinement Warrior. I underwent a total transformation and am no longer the same person two years ago. I will never be frightened by a scholar. Su Zimo is a mere mortal, what could he count on?"

"Aren't you going to drink?"

Su Zimo smiled, shaking his head. "If you don't drink, you won't have the chance anymore."

"You are bluffing!"

Zhou Dingyun gave a loud shout. He slapped his palm on the storage bag, maneuvering a flying sword, shooting out a ray of spirit qi from his fingertip. The flying sword shone brightly.

Inferior-grade spirit weapon.

"Jee!"