How could anyone dare call themselves a Jianghu veteran without some experience on the road?
No matter how confused the long-haired demigod had seemed in that moment, an ability so well suited to ambushes couldn't have fooled him for a second.
And although taking the blow squarely in the chest wouldn't have hurt him, Fu Qian still felt that handling it this way made for a more dramatic visual impact.
"You... what are you?"
His opponent's reaction was astonishingly cooperative. The ambush had been casually deflected, and in that instant, the long-haired demigod's normally gloomy face had gone deathly pale.
Of course, Fu Qian never let himself get carried away. He knew the reputation of the Great Fortune Ming King could only have affected a very small part of the reaction.
The main reason for the change was that the long-haired demigod had unconsciously taken two steps back, bringing himself closer to a white billboard.
"Are you sure you want to ask such a stupid question?"
Fu Qian had no intention of introducing himself all over again with those empty titles. Facing his stunned opponent, he simply asked in return.
"You may call me the Lord."
It turned out the long-haired demigod had a fair amount of composure. Faced with Fu Qian's answer, he suddenly realized that if they were going to keep talking, it was his turn to introduce himself.
And true to the Jianghu style, after a moment's hesitation, he gave only his underworld nickname.
But that was all right. When you were out in the Jianghu, this was exactly the effect you wanted.
No need to waste words. A casual introduction was enough to make it seem like everyone under heaven knew your name.
This wasn't just friendly flattery. Fu Qian admitted he'd never met the man,