Volume One, Chapter Eleven
Zhao Fu did not answer. Instead, he looked at the Jian Liuyue sisters. "What did you risk yourselves to come find me for?"
Jian Yiyue said seriously, "We want to obtain that supreme sword intent."
Zhao Fu asked in return, "What makes you think you can obtain it? I am no longer the person I was back then, and you ceased being my match long ago."
Jian Yiyue said, "I know we cannot compare with you, the second-generation King of Kings. But we can trade everything for that supreme sword intent."
"Trade everything for sword intent?" The corner of Zhao Fu's lips curled into a smile.
Qing He was already very familiar with Zhao Fu. Angrily stepping forward, she pinched him hard. "You bastard! You still haven't explained why you deceived us, and now you want to ruin other women?"
Zhao Fu winced in pain and gave a bitter smile. "I had no choice either. You were too powerful and could have killed me with a flick of your hands. I could only choose to deceive you."
Jue Lili spoke up, "You are the fake Immortal Bane. Then where is the real Immortal Bane?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fu replied, "I do not know either. But according to what you said, he has lost all his power and is like a cripple. He probably would not dare make any great commotion."
Yang Suran said, "So you really did not bully my friend. I thought you had been deceiving me all along. Sorry, I misunderstood you."
Zhao Fu shot her a glare. "Back then, when I was inexplicably pursued by great experts from every side, it was all because of you."
Yang Suran puffed out her cheeks. "I already apologized, and you even took me