"Who are you?"
After instinctively blurting out "Guangxi, Guilin," Lei Hong abruptly came to his senses. He stared in terror at the unfamiliar young saber wielder before him, secretly clenching his fists inside his sleeves. His knuckles already ached, yet his mental defenses still threatened to crumble.
What pinned him down was not the long, slender saber resting against his neck, still in its sheath.
It was the terrifying pressure crashing over him like roaring mountains and surging seas!
Before that pressure, he felt as tiny as an ant prostrate beneath a towering mountain!
That overwhelming terror made him tremble, every hair on his body standing on end like the fur of a startled cat.
But his pride and awareness of his status as a man of importance made him instinctively struggle to hold on. He refused to lose face, or to disgrace the Five Poisons Divine Sect!
Yang Ge countered, "And who are you?"
It seemed a ridiculous question, yet Lei Hong was not surprised in the slightest... What standing or ability did he possess that could have provoked such a terrifying, peerless expert?
His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm. Stiffening his neck, his face flushed crimson, he answered loudly, "I change neither my name nor my surname! Lei Hong of the Five Poisons Divine Sect's Scorpion Hall!"
"Oh..."
Yang Ge looked him up and down in surprise, then nodded. "Then there's no mistake. You're exactly who I'm looking for!"
Lei Hong: ???
So you really did come for me?
Aren't you giving me far too much credit?
Seeing Yang Ge slowly raise his palm, about to bring it down on his forehead like Mount Tai bearing down from above, Lei Hong suddenly shuddered. In a flash of inspiration, he shouted, "Wait! Even if you mean