Zhao Rong rose to his full height and with a stroke of his sword, he split a section of bamboo into two halves.
With a push of his foot, he also shot a bamboo section back in reflection.
The old man instinctively dodged, but seemingly enraged, he kicked out, shattering the flying bamboo section into the air!
"Was it you who killed my Ouyang?"
Sun Zhongqing stared intently at the black-clothed figure that had appeared before him.
Trying to find a wound on his body.
But upon closer inspection, not only was the black-clothed man without a single injury, his breathing was steady, completely unlike someone who had just been through a fierce battle.
How could this be?
He knew too well Ouyang Hesong's prowess.
