Chu Feipeng choked.
This rascal remark was something Little Jingkong learned from Xu Zhuzhu, then Chang Jing learned it as well.
Chu Feipeng said coldly, "Kid, it seems you prefer a beating over a toast. Very well, I'll kill you first, then go kill the rest of them! Next, I'm going to get serious, you'd better watch out!"
The name of Chu Feipeng was not renowned for nothing; in those days, he was as famous as Gongsun Yu and Xuanyuan Sheng. He once challenged Xuanyuan Li alone and managed to withstand over a hundred moves.
Even Xuanyuan Li couldn't help but praise his swordsmanship.
Chang Jing's swordsmanship focused on speed, while his was known for its dominance.
The first strike, Chang Jing's arm went numb.
The second strike, Chang Jing's veins were shattered.
The third strike, Chang Jing's weapon was completely severed!
Chang Jing looked at Chu Feipeng, then at the bare hilt in his hand, frowned, and retreated back onto the chariot: "I can't beat him."
