"Y-You... who are you?" Flag Master Ma asked in shock, drawing his long sword as he barked the question.
"Me? You needn't know my name. You only need to know that I came to take your lives!" Zhang Xiaohua said with a cold sneer.
"Hehe, young hero, to enter my hall so easily, your martial arts must truly be exceptional. Did you hear everything this lord said just now?" the Bronze Mask Lord asked with a smile.
"Indeed." Zhang Xiaohua did not conceal it.
"That explained it. This lord has been restless all along, sensing someone watching, yet I simply could not find who it was. Young hero, your lightness skill is truly first-rate in the martial world!" The lord's tone still carried a smile, as though he did not mind.
"Hahaha." Zhang Xiaohua laughed as well. Drawing Zhuimeng from his robes, he said, "Didn't I already say it? I came to take your lives. Could it be that old sir's ears no longer worked with age?"
"How strange. This lord bears no grudge against you, so why did you begin shouting about killing and slaughtering the moment you arrived?" The old man's expression could not be seen beneath the bronze mask. He merely took two small steps back and placed a hand at his waist.
"How noisy. Didn't I say that I came from West Cui Mountain?" Zhang Xiaohua sneered and thrust out his sword. Seeing this, Flag Master Ma could not help revealing a cold smile. With this thrust, Zhang Xiaohua was riddled with openings. He could break this sword move with a casual flick of his hand.
Flag Master Ma's right hand trembled. Even as he met the attack, he did not forget to shake out a flourish of sword-light. Then, with a single stroke, he knocked