"You cheeky lad, you've got guts! Even daring to strike down a man from the Yellow Wind Sect!" the old figure sneered coldly.
Zhang Xiaohao gave him a detached look.
Barely reaching one meter fifty, with a face like a smashed pumpkin covered in pockmarks, he was the spitting image of the ancient version of Wu Dalang!
"And here I was wondering who it could be, and it's you!" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"Eh! You recognize me, realy?" the old figure asked.
"The famous Wu Dalang, who wouldn't recognize you? I see you on TV all the time." Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
"What Wu Dalang is that? My surname is not Wu!" the old figure said, puzzled.
"I know, you don't believe in Wu, you're surnamed Bastard! And the kind that wears a green hat on top of that," Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"Damn! You cheeky lad, how dare you insult me in such a roundabout way, you're asking for it!" the old figure roared in anger.
