The Martial Arts Tournament

"Why ask me?"

Zhang Sanxian leisurely drank his wine, saying indifferently, "This is your business. Handle it yourself."

"No, no, no~"

Lian Shanyu shook his head. "We hit it off at first sight. You are my friend. If I give him the intelligence, wouldn't that be aiding the enemy? Your enemy, that is~"

"It doesn't matter. Do what you should do."

Zhang Sanxian said unconcernedly, "In this world, there are few who deserve to be my enemies."

"Good! Full of pride."

Lian Shanyu raised a finger and laughed. "Compared to an extraordinary man like Brother Zhang, the teeming masses of this world truly are far too mundane. But—"

His smile faded as he said gravely, "As far as I know, though the Canal River Gang calls itself righteous, its methods have always been venomous and ruthless.

"Some among them even have ties to the demonic cult. So, Brother Zhang—you must be on your guard~"

"Even better."

Zhang Sanxian smiled faintly. "My hands have been itching. This is the perfect chance to meet them."

Those words were wildly arrogant, yet Lian Shanyu heard the openness in them.

He knew that meant Zhang Sanxian truly thought so.

That he truly brimmed with confidence, believing he could deal with any scheme and any foe.

As it happened, Lian Shanyu also wholeheartedly approved of Zhang Sanxian's confidence.

Not merely because of his peak Return to Truth Realm cultivation, nor merely because of his rarely seen sound-killing arts and Unmatched Under Heaven swordsmanship.

The true reason was Lian Shanyu's intuition.

It was the intuition born from Lian Shanyu's repeated "observations" of Zhang Sanxian, as well as hearing with his own ears that he was a man from another world.

Nine hundred and eighty years ago, Lian Shanyu had relied on that vague, unseen intuition to