Martial Arts Grandmaster, slaughtering seven factions in one night, holding over a thousand vengeful spirits in his hands...
Su Ziwen's introduction had already elevated the status of the Evil Sword King to its peak.
Even those bar guests who had never encountered the Martial Arts World understood the Evil Sword King's fierceness. In their view, Xiao Zheng facing such a master was a doomed situation.
Su Ziwen looked anxious, wishing he could rush over and replace Xiao Zheng.
Although he had just met Xiao Zheng and shared only a few drinks' worth of friendship, he couldn't deny that Xiao Zheng occupied a significant place in his heart, and quite heavily.
After all, never before had anyone dared to stand forth for their siblings against Lu Yichen.
Su Zimo, although silent, had eyes filled with worry.
She watched Xiao Zheng's upright, sword-like figure, and her heart was in turmoil.
"Brother Xiao, today's favor shall be engraved in my heart!"
