Zhao Feng gave a soft murmur of surprise. He knew just how terrifying his Iron Mountain Lean was when layered with Golden Bell Shield, Yang Qi True Qi, and Eight Extremes force.
It was nothing an ordinary Iron Mountain Lean could compare to.
His opponent was probably wearing inner armor or something similar.
If this man really was Xiang Wentian, then given the Xiang Family's resources, it was hardly surprising that Third Master Xiang had acquired some inner armor.
"Xiang Wentian?" Zhao Feng asked evenly.
The hunter peeled the Human Skin Mask off his face, revealing a pale, vicious countenance.
"It really is Xiang Wentian!" Fang Han cried in astonishment.
"Who exactly are you?" Xiang Wentian glared at Zhao Feng resentfully.
Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes.
He found this rather strange. He was showing his real face, and he had at least some reputation in Ever-Peace Prefecture. He still remembered that after the Exchange Gathering, the Xiang Family had been among the factions that approached him, offering a hefty sum to recruit him as an attendant.
Yet the Xiang Family's Third Master did not recognize him? Did he take no part in managing family affairs, or had he spent all his time cultivating in seclusion, deaf to everything outside his window?
He studied the man more closely, looking thoughtful.
By then, all the martial masters on the third floor had landed on the ground.
Their astonishment, however, was no less than Xiang Wentian's.
They had all witnessed the exchange just now. Only two moves! This man had put Xiang Wentian down in just two moves!
Even after fleeing a great distance and suffering injuries, Xiang Wentian was still a genuine late Pill Embracement martial artist. Yet two moves had left him grievously wounded.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Zhao Feng, direct