Compared to Yun Mu's fury, the SEAL team member seemed utterly insignificant. Yun Mu now resembled a lit keg of gunpowder, standing quietly, yet he could explode at any moment. This forced Tang Wenlong to just nod blankly in response.
"So I'll handle those punks, and you take on this guy."
"Leave it to me," Yun Mu said succinctly.
"Damn, kid, if you know what's good for you, pay up now," Xiao Zhao laughed heartily. "I just shaved a lock of your hair off, will you only regret it when I take your whole head?"
But the next second, Xiao Zhao felt an intense killing intent. Martial artists were sensitive to such things, and this killing intent was as dense as a millennia of grudges.
Xiao Zhao, surprised, looked up to see a figure transforming into lightning, zooming towards him. Instinctively, Xiao Zhao raised his Tang Blade to block.
Clang! Xiao Zhao vaguely saw sparks fly in front of him, then a sharp pain hit his face as a warm stream flowed down his cheek.
