Su Zichen versus Chen Beitang should have been an utterly ordinary match, but Su Xin noticed something was off. Chen Beitang seemed to harbor some hostility toward Su Zichen—no, it could not even be called hostility. It was hatred, the kind of hatred that wished to slaughter the other man's entire family.
This puzzled Su Xin. Su Zichen had spent the first half of his life in the secret realm of the Ningyuan Hall Su Family, where it had been impossible for him to offend anyone.
And after joining the Dark Guard, he had spent most of his time carrying out missions under assumed identities. Could it be that he had killed one of Chen Beitang's close friends or relatives during some mission and had now been recognized?
Before Su Xin could think further, Su Zichen and Chen Beitang had already begun fighting.
Su Zichen's martial arts bore a strong Li Huai style. If he did not strike, that was one thing—but once he struck, killing intent surged forth, and his opening move was a lethal blow.
His figure was like a black shadow, his speed astonishingly swift. Martial artists of the same level could not even see his movements clearly. No wonder he had been called the Shadow Demon Sword.
Yet Chen Beitang revealed a cold smile.
The instant Su Zichen attacked, Chen Beitang had already seized the heavy greatsword on his back. He swung it out, and though the sword's force was clearly weighty, it was unleashed with incomparable ferocity. It swept horizontally, exploding outward like a clap of thunder. Amid the resounding clang of metal striking metal, Su Zichen's sure-kill sword strike crashed squarely into Chen Beitang's blade and was sent flying.
A strange glint appeared in the eyes of the stronger martial artists present. Chen Beitang