When I saw the man before me, my expression changed slightly.
He was dark and skinny, in his thirties, with the sour stench of insects about him and a conspicuous scar across his nose.
Wasn't this exactly one of the three Vietnamese men the innkeeper's wife had described tonight?
"A Vietnamese gu master?"
The words slipped out of my mouth.
But he did not say a word. Narrowing his eyes, he raised the machete in his hand and hacked at me.
His machete differed from those used in our country, carrying a Japanese style.
It was probably a traditional Vietnamese blade...
Seeing his strike coming, I did not waste any words either.
My cultivation erupted instantly. Gripping the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword, I swung my sword.
With a bang, our blades collided.
In that instant, a surge of astral energy erupted.
His cultivation was actually no weaker than mine.
Seeing that I had blocked his strike, he was somewhat surprised as well. After all, I looked barely over twenty, yet my cultivation was on par with his.
But then, he revealed a cold smile.
"Lu Family genius, die!"
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth, and more than a dozen tiny flying insects flew from his throat with a "woo woo woo" sound.
The insects were about the size of mosquitoes, but incredibly fast, flying straight toward me.
With a flash of my mind, I instantly activated the Tong Ghost Hand.
In an instant, the runes on Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud flashed.
With a whoosh, an adult-sized Tong Ghost arm shot out from the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword and clawed at the dark, skinny man.
The dark, skinny man had not expected me to have such a move. His face turned pale in fright.
He dodged quickly, but he was