Rival of Equal Caliber
He immediately clutched his head and let out a low groan. The Whirlwind Mad Saber slipped from his hand and hit the ground, but he had no time to care. The fierce pain exploding through his mind had left him unable to think.
The flat-top man's reaction stunned those around him who weren't familiar with Zheng Shi'an. No one could have imagined that a powerhouse at the Chaos Elder level would be gravely injured by a Chaos Envoy in just a few moves.
Anyone hearing such a thing would surely think it was absurd. Yet it had all happened right before their eyes.
Not one person in the flat-top man's group had recovered their wits. They stared wide-eyed in astonishment, unable to understand what they were seeing.
Then someone in the crowd suddenly asked, "Was that a soul attack?"
Only then did everyone realize what had happened. In an instant, they began to take the young man seriously, despite his modest cultivation and bizarre movement technique.
Gradually, the people around them looked at Zheng Shi'an differently. Their disdain for a Chaos Envoy's cultivation was gone. They knew that if they had been in his place, they might not have beaten such a formidable opponent in just a few breaths, either.
Facing the flat-top man lying on the ground, Zheng Shi'an chose not to press his advantage and finish him off.
The man was overbearing and unreasonable, but Zheng Shi'an wasn't fond of taking lives. That alone wasn't enough reason to kill his opponent.
He simply watched him in silence and asked calmly, "Are you satisfied now?"
The flat-top man lay on the ground and bit through his tongue, forcing himself back to a semblance of consciousness, but he still couldn't suppress the violent pain in his