Zhao Wuji wore a fitted black outfit, the fabric woven from thunder silkworm silk blended with thunder-locking cloth. Faint silver-gray lightning patterns were embroidered across its surface, and as he walked, they glimmered with the flow of spiritual power.
Within the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect, only core disciples who specialized in lightning arts were worthy of wearing such attire.
Moreover, the man had been blessed with a handsome face.
His nose was high and straight, his lips sharply defined, and his swordlike brows slanted toward his temples.
A faint scar lay across one brow ridge. Rather than making him look ferocious, it lent him a touch more fierce valor.
His pupils were an abyssal black, lightning flickering within them, and his gaze was sharp as a blade whenever he looked at someone.
Several formal disciples of the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect clustered around Zhao Wuji.
Up ahead, the eldest young master of the Su Family, one of Profound Heart City's five great lineages, was clearing the way for them.
"Why aren't the ones ahead moving aside?"
"You dare block the path of Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect disciples?"
"Are you courting death?!"
Xu Changqing and his group of four happened to be standing directly in the path of Zhao Wuji's party.
Su Le, the Su Family's eldest young master who was leading the way, saw that they did not react and immediately widened his eyes. "Are you tired of living? Get the hell out of the way!"
Slap!
At that moment, Hu Bugui stepped forward and swung a vicious slap across the man's face.
The strike came so suddenly that everyone was stunned.
Even though they were cultivators, they had failed to react in time.
Even Zhao Wuji paused in shock, greatly taken aback.
After all, someone daring to hit another person in front