"I truly am honored..."
Facing his sarcasm, Cheng Jianxin remained unfazed, letting the wind tousle his disordered white hair, and calmly said, "I'm an old man now, even eating is taxing, what's so funny about being unable to beat the youth?"
"Hmph, if you're so old, don't come out and embarrass yourself!"
Zhao Jie cast a cold glance, still not making a move.
His words sounded relaxed, but his back was already tense.
Ling Yun and Mingshanzi were easy to talk about; though somewhat threatening, they had no chance of dealing with him.
Only Cheng Jianxin, seemingly running out of oil, trembling, unable even to stand steadily, and even blind in one eye.
But those murky eyes looked like sharp swords, just meeting his gaze made his heart and brow feel a stabbing pain.
Such strong Sword Intent!
The others might not understand, but Zhao Jie knew the terror of a Grandmaster.
