"Mu Feiyang, this should be another one of your clones, right? Does your true body not dare to show itself?"
Zhang Guobang did not respond to Kong Yichen's words. He did not even spare Kong Yichen and the other two a glance, merely staring at Mu Feiyang on the ground as he spoke.
Just now, he had thought Mu Feiyang was trying to flee, which was why he had stopped Kong Yichen and the others. Now, Mu Feiyang was the only one in his eyes. Everyone else was unimportant.
However, Zhang Guobang also knew that Mu Feiyang excelled at clone techniques. He had no idea whether the one before him was Mu Feiyang's clone or his true body.
If it was the true body, that would be fine. But if this was another clone of Mu Feiyang's, then he would have made the trip for nothing again. And with his appearance, Mu Feiyang would surely become even more vigilant, making him even harder to catch.
"Are you the Zhang family head?"
"No wonder you could raise an idiot like Zhang Songtian. So he inherited your genes. Do you think I'd stupidly let my true body come out for you to kill?"
"I said I would slowly hunt down the younger generation of your Zhang family until every one of your disciples is dead. Your son was merely the first."
"How does it feel? Are you especially furious? Your son is dead, yet you, his father, cannot avenge him."
"Oh, right. I heard you really want my soul techniques, is that right? Then I'll let you experience the power of a soul technique now."
"Soul Storm!"
Mu Feiyang looked at Zhang Guobang mockingly. With every word he spoke, Zhang Guobang's face darkened another shade.
Naturally, Mu Feiyang understood why Zhang Guobang