Just as Chen Zhuo and Xu Chuanping did not know how to answer, Xiao Hua snorted coldly. "Hmph, asking for a beating!" Then, "Whoosh..." a fierce gust of wind abruptly swept between the two of them. "How dare you!" the leading Confucian scholar suddenly cried out. Immediately after, "Smack..." a loud slap rang out. Chen Zhuo and Xu Chuanping froze as they watched a crimson palm print emerge on the scholar's face.
"Outrageous!" The several Confucian scholars behind their leader erupted like a disturbed nest, shouting as they urged their sword lights forth and surrounded Xiao Hua's flying carriage.
The other scholars thought the red-faced scholar had been careless and fallen victim to a sneak attack, but he understood perfectly well what had happened. The instant he heard the other party's cold snort, he had immediately driven his sword light to evade. Yet within that gale, a palm suddenly arrived. That palm seemed to blot out the entire heaven and earth before him; no matter how he tried to dodge, he simply could not escape it. The red-faced scholar stretched out a trembling finger in shock. "Y-you..." No matter what, he had never imagined that Cangxian Continent possessed such a formidable Daoist sect cultivator—one who dared to slap him across the face the moment they met.
But then, the red-faced scholar suddenly recalled something and cried out in alarm, "Y-you are Xiao Hua? Xiao Hua of Black Wind Ridge?"
"True Person Xiao?" Naturally, the Chu Family disciples were not less knowledgeable than Chen Zhuo and Xu Chuanping. Earlier, they simply had not expected Xiao Hua to show himself so openly. Now, hearing the red-faced scholar's shocked cry and taking another careful look at Xiao Hua's appearance, how could they fail to recognize him as the legendary Daoist Xiao Hua who