"Who are you? We have no beef, why are you attacking me!?"
Qian Wantong failed to grab his saber and felt like he was sinking into a mire. Suddenly, with a cracking sound, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, making his whole body spasm. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Right now, Qian Wantong was terrified deep down.
The black-clothed man got this close and he didn't notice a thing—meaning this guy was stronger than him, by a lot. Only two kinds of people could pull this off.
Either, unmatched Lightweight Skill.
Or, strength surpassing the peak of First-class—an actual Martial Arts Grandmaster!
But he had always been careful and always stuck to the rules; how could he have provoked a Grandmaster?
As far as he knew, only the Royal Family or major sects like the Liuyun Sect or Golden Saber Sect had Grandmasters!
"Qian Wantong, you sent disciples to kill me—now you're asking who I am?"
Lin Chang'sheng's voice sounded ice-cold.
"Ah...."
