A Chance Encounter

Seeing the disciple's face shift between green and red, Zhang Xiaohua "educated" him further. "Besides, we already agreed on it. Were you waiting for me to call start? If that was a sneak attack, then what was that thing you just did called?"

"You..." The disciple was left speechless. He waved a hand and shouted, "Brothers of Misty Hall! A little medicine boy from the Incense-Passing Cult's Pill-Refining Hall actually dares to bully people here on our Shixin Peak! This is utterly intolerable—we absolutely cannot let him lord it over us!"

Then he turned to Zhang Xiaohua. "Come on, little medicine boy. Let this young master see what you're capable of."

Having said that, he turned to the other disciples. "Charge! Let the Incense-Passing Cult see what we Misty Hall disciples are made of—"

The disciples beside him were also eager to have a go. Gripping their Long Swords, they were about to rush forward.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohua drifted down from his horse. Before the disciple could finish speaking, he had already closed in. With a sweep of his left hand, two crisp slaps rang out—one across each side of the disciple's face. Then he seized the disciple by the neck, lifting him as easily as a chick.

Watching the disciple's face slowly redden and his eyes bulge, Zhang Xiaohua said disdainfully, "I once heard brothers in the hall speak of the Misty Sect, of the deeds of Misty Sect disciples. I had always admired them, believing them to be the true iron-boned men of the Jianghu. I also thought the disciples of Misty Hall were all heroes. But now that I see you, you are nothing more than this. You! You disgrace the very words 'Misty'! Look what you have become! You hide in the shadows and