"It's you!" Mr. Wuliu recognized Zhang Chen's face, his eyes showing a trace of shock; he never expected it to be Zhang Chen who had taken his Flying Sword.
"Mr. Wuliu, it's been a long time since we've met." Zhang Chen chuckled.
"Return my Flying Sword!" Mr. Wuliu looked at Zhang Chen with a cold expression.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen was surprised: "Your Flying Sword? Which one is your Flying Sword? I acquired my own Flying Sword through my ability, how can it be yours?"
"That Flying Sword attempted to assassinate me, and since I captured it, naturally it is mine. Your insistence is truly rude," Zhang Chen replied irritably.
Upon hearing Zhang Chen's words, Mr. Wuliu's expression turned ugly: "Boy, that Flying Sword is not something you can handle! Aren't you afraid it will consume you?"
Zhang Chen didn't want to waste time arguing with Mr. Wuliu and immediately turned to run. Now, the mountains were full of powerful individuals, and any delay might lead to serious trouble.
