A terrifying surge of blood vitality suddenly erupted from Zhang Shaojiu. In the next instant, he lunged, reaching straight for Zhou Chen's neck.
His five fingers curled like an eagle's talons, aiming directly for the blood vessels and acupoints in his neck.
A cold glint flashed through Zhou Chen's eyes, and anger welled up inside him. The muscles of his right arm suddenly bulged, and with a bang, he knocked Zhang Shaojiu's outstretched arm away. At the same time, he swiftly stepped back to put distance between them.
Rumble!
A dull thunderclap sounded outside the window. Pale lightning poured through it, illuminating both men.
Killing intent had already surfaced in Zhou Chen's eyes.
Killing Zhang Shaojiu would certainly cause some trouble, but as long as he quickly advanced to the second rank, the Shen Clan probably would not be able to do anything to him.
Zhang Shaojiu froze for a moment, not having expected Zhou Chen to block his move.
He did not take it to heart, however, and sneered. "You live up to your reputation, Junior Brother Zhou. With your Wild Bull Fist at major accomplishment, your reflexes truly are remarkable. You even managed to block a move of mine. That only makes this more of a pity. Don't be foolish, Junior Brother. With your aptitude, you would have far more room to grow in the Azure Guard. Stop wasting yourself away in the Lian Household!"
"There's no need, Senior Brother. I have my own considerations."
Zhou Chen shook his head, watching Zhang Shaojiu warily.
Zhang Shaojiu hesitated. He did not actually dare do anything to Zhou Chen.
He had originally intended to seize Zhou Chen, show him the gap between their strengths, and force him to submit. But on second thought, Warehouse No. 2 was the Lian Household's