Cheng Yaojia had seen Lu Zhangke's martial arts before. He had effortlessly driven off Zhang Hongfan and his gang of hooligans, and when she had fought him herself, she had been subdued in a single move. Even her own master was probably nowhere near his equal.
After thinking it over, among everyone she had known in her life, only Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing might have been able to defeat him. Yet such a master had been as helpless as a three-year-old child before this man. Cheng Yaojia was utterly dazed.
Though powerful enemies surrounded them, the man before her still spoke and laughed with such ease. For some reason, Cheng Yaojia felt as if she had returned to her girlhood. The racing heartbeat she used to feel while reading the love stories in The West Chamber was exactly the same as what she felt now.
Looking at his face covered in bristling whiskers, Cheng Yaojia, for once, no longer found him coarse. Instead, she thought it made him seem heroic and extraordinary...
Cheng Yaojia blushed, quickly remembering that she was already a married woman. She hurriedly looked away, yet her heart still pounded uncontrollably.
The experts of Prince Ruyang's Mansion had been intimidated by Song Qingshu's instantaneous strike just now. Even Hundred Damage Daoist and the Sect Master of Vajra Gate wore grim expressions. Though their martial arts far surpassed Lu Zhangke's, they still could not have injured him in one move. Where had this Flower-Stealing Bandit come from, to be so formidable?
Wang Baobao snorted. "Everyone, attack together! We must not let him escape!"
"Yes, sir!" Dozens of Tibetan monks in the courtyard shouted and charged forward as one.
Prince Ruyang's Mansion was filled with experts, but they had their own factions. Hundred Damage Daoist and the Sect