Moreover, Su Can was utterly baffled by Meng Zhao's disguise. A powerhouse with martial arts this high was actually shameless enough to play some foolish country bumpkin. That was truly beneath contempt!
Of course, no matter how much resentment he felt, it could not occupy all of Su Can's emotions at this moment. Because he was still alive. Because he still wanted to live.
His talent was quite good, and he was a direct-blood descendant of the Su Family. The Martial Dao he cultivated and the secret medicines he consumed were all first-rate. In terms of age, he was not much different from Su Dingyu and Su Dinglun, but in terms of martial arts, he far surpassed them both.
Yet although his martial arts were strong, there was absolutely no way he could kill Su Dingyu and Su Dinglun with a single sword strike. Thus, intimidated as he was, fear filled three parts of his heart, and he could not summon even the slightest desire to fight Meng Zhao.
He forced himself to calm down, his expression shifting as he said,
"Such formidable swordsmanship, such astonishing martial arts. Which family do you belong to? You deliberately deceived me—are you trying to deal with my Su Family?"
Meng Zhao smiled. So this was what they called an important figure, a mastermind lurking behind the scenes. Strip away all the glittering skin on him, and he was not much stronger than an ordinary man.
When something unexpected happened, his first reaction was that someone had plotted against him, rather than believing it could simply have been an accident. How arrogant these powerful clans were!
"Young Master Su, I'm merely an ordinary young man who came to the county town in search of opportunities and dreams. By a twist of fate, you took