"Who is this person? Could he be Ling Wushang?" Zhang Shizhao looked at Huangfu Qingjue with respect and fascination. In his memory, there was only Ling Wushang who would have such strength at such a young age and with such strength.
He had long heard of how strong Ling Wushang was and had imagined what an attack from him would be like. But now, witnessing it all with his own eyes, he was shocked that his mind went blank.
Of course, Zhang Shizhao didn't know that he had recognized the wrong person, and he would never have thought there would ever be such a powerful existence behind Ling Chuxi besides Ling Wushang.
"A speck of dust dares to compete with the Sun and Moon," said Huangfu Qingjue indifferently as he remained standing tall.
"You... you are..." said the old man in fear as seemed to have remembered something.
Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Huangfu Qingjue unsheathed his sword and flew toward the old man like lightning.
