"Your strength is impressive!"
The woman had no intention of explaining herself to anyone else. She sheathed her tachi, brushed past Qin Lang, and vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. What nobody noticed was that, as she put away her blade, something seemed to have appeared inside the clothes sliced open by the weapon.
Qin Lang had not even dared to breathe loudly. Only after the woman left did he tremble slightly and relax. Yet the extra weight in his arms left him deeply puzzled. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so no one could see the change in his expression.
This Qin Lang, wearing a scarred-face mask, was none other than the famous newly risen Xiantian expert of Yangzhou, the elder of Gui Yuan Sect, and the so-called greatest genius of the past five hundred years—Teng Qingshan. At this moment, however, his heart was filled with confusion, and it seemed no one could give him an answer.
"I only went out for a stroll, and you all started making such a fuss?"
Wu Hou, riding a Black Cloud Leopard, stared in the direction the woman had left for a long while. Then he looked around and glanced at Teng Qingshan. "The weapon in this brother's hands should be the weapon of the Heaven Rankings expert from six hundred years ago, 'Sky Eagle Claws' Wei Dan. If I'm not mistaken, brother, you should be Wei Dan's successor.
"May I ask, how did you manage to provoke such a formidable opponent?"
"Sky Eagle Claws?"
Quite a few people looked at the gloves on Teng Qingshan's hands in surprise. They appeared to be ordinary gloves, and unless one had studied history, it would be difficult to recognize them at a glance.
In that respect, Wu Hou's origins were