Xie Zhenghao looked at Wang Anfeng, who still carried a bag on his back. He could hardly believe that he and Tang Huixin had been defeated in just one move. Glancing at the unconscious Tang Huixin, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Who... exactly are you?"
"No one with such a physique came to the First Estate this time."
Wang Anfeng replied, "I too want to know why Jielu Sword Hall, a reputable establishment, has become the vassal of the White Tiger Hall?"
Inside, Xie Zhenghao felt as if his organs were tumbling over each other. However, he forced a smile and said, "What do you mean by vassal? The Hall Master saved my life and taught me martial arts. He turned me from a mere beggar into a Great Swordsman feared throughout the Jianghu. I willingly serve the Hall Master."
"What do you understand?!"
