"Bullshit! That Spirit Flood Dragon Ganoderma is mine!"
The thirteenth chief cursed furiously.
He failed to notice the slight curl of the lips beneath the black-clad man's bamboo hat upon hearing those words.
The black-clad man in the bamboo hat was none other than Wei Sheng.
He had come near the Precious Ganoderma Hall in the western district and happened to see four black-clad men fleeing from inside, one carrying a silver jade box.
So he had casually thrown out that remark.
To his surprise, the Spirit Flood Dragon Ganoderma really was in their hands.
"Thirteen, don't let your guard down-"
The other three black-clad men tried to warn the thirteenth chief.
After all, anyone who dared show himself after seeing them drive Dong Yue back was certainly not to be underestimated.
"If you won't put it down, prepare to die!" Wei Sheng said flatly.
"Arrogant bastard! Let me see what gives you the right to talk so big!"
The thirteenth chief tossed the wooden box behind him, abruptly leaped up, and drew his saber, slashing furiously at Wei Sheng.
"Thunderclap Thousand-Wolf Slash!"
Before he even arrived, that chilling saber energy became a blade-laden gale capable of tearing through everything and hurtled straight toward Wei Sheng's face!
The thirteenth chief grinned savagely. When he saw Wei Sheng make no response whatsoever even as the saber energy enveloped him, a look of triumph spread across his face.
Ever since learning this saber technique and training it to major accomplishment, he had encountered few peers who could withstand this strike.
The black-clad man in the bamboo hat would be no exception!
However.
Just as he thought that savage saber light would pierce the black-clad man's body and slice him into countless chunks of flesh, the man simply reached out and caught that