"Tsk."
Just a nearly useless disciple from the mountain peak.
Song Zhong snorted coldly, paying no attention to the gentle young man in front of him.
The weapons in their hands clashed, producing a clang and sparks flew.
Song Zhong felt the force from the opponent, his eyes squinted, "Interesting."
"Young Master Song, you're too kind."
The gentler the young man's smile, the more ruthless his moves were.
Song Zhong took seven consecutive moves, his entire arm was numbed, and cracks appeared on his bleeding tiger's mouth. His expression changed; he had encountered a formidable opponent.
Shang Yanting didn't give him time to react and landed a heavy punch on him.
Excruciating pain in the abdomen!
Song Zhong hurriedly pulled back to retreat, but was grabbed by the opponent. A heavy blow to his temple made him feel as if his opponent wanted to kill him for a moment.
