Watching Chu Jie's retreating figure, the Ten Crows' general naturally wasn't willing to let him go. He gave chase again, only for Zhao Feng to casually block him with a single strike. The man's face changed dramatically, and his body was forced to stagger back several yards. He nearly ground his teeth to dust.
"Where'd you crawl out from, you little thief? Give me your name!"
Zhao Feng grinned, his gaze fierce and his edge fully bared. "A bastard like you thinks you deserve to know your grandpa's name?"
This was the second time he had called himself "Grandpa."
It was about as insulting as asking after someone's entire family tree with their mother as the starting point and their household register at the center.
The Ten Crows' general held a high position among the Ten Crows.
How could he bear such humiliation?
He cursed Zhao Feng in the Ten Crows' language.
Then, without another word, he raised his hand and struck straight at Zhao Feng's face. He moved with incredible speed and agility, leaving illusory afterimages in his wake that were hard to follow with the naked eye. Zhao Feng grew serious at the sight. With a ringing clang, he caught the blow head-on.
After two years of being mercilessly squeezed by Shen Tang the capitalist, Zhao Feng's martial strength hadn't regressed. In fact, thanks to the growth of his spirit and his deeper understanding of the martial path, his overall strength had leaped to another level. With the Will of the Martial Artist added to the mix, his strength had doubled!
He had become more sensitive to martial energy and Heaven and Earth Qi.
As long as his enemy remained in this world, Heaven and Earth Qi would tell him where the man was and what he was