The newcomer was an old acquaintance. Though the aura he radiated was exceedingly terrifying, Zhao Fu felt no fear upon seeing him. He was even somewhat excited, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smile.
The man who had arrived, however, wore a face full of fury and said with murderous intent, "You still dare come to the Ancient Sword Sect and slaughter its disciples? Today, I will tear you to pieces and settle every debt of hatred!"
Zhao Fu gave a cold laugh. "Settle it all? You wish. Do you think I'm still as weak as I was back then? Do you think you can kill me now?"
Boom!
A tremendous roar rang out as a terrifying power erupted from Zhao Fu's body, whipping up a violent gale that spread in every direction. Countless trees, flowers, and grasses swayed, while an immense pressure radiated across the surroundings.
The Ancient Sword Sect Master froze. Sensing Zhao Fu's aura, his expression turned grave. He had thought Zhao Fu a menace even then, and sure enough, after just a few years apart, his strength had become this terrifying.
At that moment, the Ancient Sword Sect Master regretted not killing Zhao Fu swiftly back then. If he had, none of this would have happened.
The Ancient Sword Sect Master suddenly thought of his wife as well. His face filled with rage as he demanded, "What have you done to my wife now? If you dare do anything to her, I will make you regret it beyond all measure."
Thinking of Ling Feixue, Zhao Fu laughed loudly. "Your wife is doing quite well now, so there's nothing for you to worry about. And I get to enjoy her body from time to time too. It's truly quite wonderful."
Boom!
Hearing those words,