Zhang Heng gripped his blade, starting to lose confidence.
This shouldn't be happening. He was clearly not even at the peak of the Heavenly Four Gates, while I'm at the Ghost Four Gates!
Was something wrong?
Li Mo saw what was going on and came closer. "Senior Disciple Brother, are you all right?"
Zhang Heng said gravely, "You were right. This Peng Shilong is a little strange. But it's fine. I haven't used my signature skill yet."
Li Mo grew excited. "Senior Disciple Brother, take him down! Then you'll be Young Master Huo's chief bodyguard, and I can follow you from now on."
Zhang Heng snorted. "Why didn't you think of looking after your Senior Disciple Brother before? You only came looking for me after running into trouble and realizing you couldn't make it on your own."
Li Mo looked embarrassed. "Wasn't I planning to get myself established first before getting in touch with you, Senior Disciple Brother?"
Zhang Heng said, "Stand farther back. I'm going to use the Thirteen Forms of the Overlord Blade!"
"Oh! All right!"
Li Mo hurriedly called out to everyone, "Attention! Attention! It's about to get dark! Attention! Attention! It's about to get dark! Everyone, stand farther back! My Senior Disciple Brother's Thirteen Forms of the Overlord Blade are incredibly powerful. Don't let yourselves get hurt!"
Huo Wenxi shouted, "Boys, turn on the headlights!"
All the cars backed away one after another and switched on their high beams.
Dozens of beams of light shone over, making it hard for Long Aotian to even keep his eyes open.
Naturally, Zhang Heng was no different.
But amid the crisscrossing headlights, both men's figures appeared hazy and dreamlike.
Zhang Heng untied the gauze wrapped around his blade's hilt and slowly wound it around his wrist. "Forgive my poor