"I have a word to say, ah..." Lei Buji suddenly spoke up, "Since Mr. Zhu has guessed who my father is, there's no point in hiding it anymore. Yes, my father is the 'Eight Desolate Fist Saint', but to tell you the truth... the 'Five Thunders Heart Piercing Fist', I only know of it, but have never learned it. Such cruel and lethal martial arts that aim to kill on contact, my father would never teach me."
Before he finished speaking, one of the disciples behind Zhu Jiaduan, who was indiscernibly too shortsighted, said in a not-so-loud but audible and sarcastic tone, "Heh... On the brink of death, even if you knew it, you'd claim you didn't."
Slap—
Lei Buji was immediately enraged, slammed the table, and sprang up, bellowing at that person, "What did you say?"
In the midst of speaking, he hastened to grab the man by the collar.
That person did not show any sign of weakness either, his hand already on his saber, ready to draw and confront the aggressor.
