"Senior, this junior knows his mistake. Please give this junior another chance!" Zhao Xi immediately corrected his attitude. Although the Zhao Family received large quantities of "gifts" from the Ironblood Stronghold every year, in return, the Zhao Family would occasionally act on the stronghold's behalf and clear away some "formidable" enemies the Ironblood Stronghold could not handle.
This was a win-win arrangement.
The Zhao Family could obtain vast wealth without dirtying their own hands, and sometimes even receive a few top-grade untouched beauties. But asking them to stand with the Ironblood Stronghold through life and death?
What a joke!
What was the Ironblood Stronghold worth? How could it stand on equal footing with the Zhao Family?
Zhao Xi had only seized this assignment out of a momentary whim, coming here for a little trip. Who would have thought things would turn out so coincidentally—that he would run into such a terrifying foe!
A powerhouse like this probably required the ancestor himself to come forward before he could be opposed, right?
With the frog-at-the-bottom-of-a-well knowledge Zhao Xi possessed, he thought that his ancestor Zhao Kequn's Star Thearch cultivation was the strongest in the world. There absolutely could not be anyone stronger than that.
Zhou Heng shook his head and said, "Too late. You've already made your choice!"
"Senior, my ancestor Zhao Kequn is a Star Thearch!" Zhao Xi declared proudly, dragging out the name of a great figure.
Zhou Heng smiled broadly. "So what?"
So what?
A Star Thearch, you country bumpkin!
Zhao Xi's eyes darted about. Suddenly, he threw away his sword, turned, and fled!
He did not want to wade through these muddy waters anymore. This had nothing to do with the Zhao Family to begin with, so why shouldn't he leave?
Zhou Heng pointed a finger. Pfft—Zhao Xi's