Zhu Chengpeng said impatiently, "Don't flatter yourself, you were of my father's and Feng Tianzong's generation, yet today you come to make trouble at Zhu's, your reputation was already ruined after today, why bother talking about all these things?"
Gu Manzhou was truly enraged, feeling his face burning with humiliation, his lifetime of prestige stained by Zhu Chengpeng's words.
"Fine, if you're seeking death, you can't blame me."
With an angry huff, Gu Manzhou strode forward.
Zhu Chengpeng had been ready, knowing he was no match and thus struck first as he saw Gu Manzhou make a move.
Gu Manzhou let out a cold snort of disdain, effortlessly countering the attack with a casual gesture.
The difference of three grades between them became apparent instantly, with a single clash, Zhu Chengpeng spat blood, flying back over ten meters, his face pale as paper.
