Holy Angel's Redemption

Zhou Wen's words didn't anger John. John only sneered and said, "Then, let's give it a try and see how strong the lunatic you're talking about is."

With that said, John's figure instantly appeared in front of Zhou Wen with a flash of light. His palm, brimming with holy light, grabbed at Zhou Wen's neck at an unbelievable speed.

The dragon wings on Zhou Wen's back flapped as he used his movement technique to dodge John's palm. However, he didn't have any intention of retaliating. All he did was smile at John.

"Why don't you draw your saber?" John asked as he stared at the Bamboo Blade at Zhou Wen's waist.

"If I use my saber, you would have already been defeated. What's the point?" Zhou Wen said seriously.

"Even I like him a little now. I thought that only people from our Zhang family would be so good at bragging." Zhang Chunqiu laughed.

Upon hearing Zhou Wen's words, An Sheng's heart relaxed, but he was still worried for him.