The killing intent surrounding Zheng Jun permeated the air. The Beirong Saber in his hand leaked a cold gleam, its sharpness impossible to conceal. Though no blades had crossed, the palpable, razor-sharp edge in the air felt suffocatingly fierce to everyone present.
Su Nan, the County Magistrate of Langkang, grimaced at Zheng Jun, who clearly held no regard for him whatsoever. Yet, faced with Zheng Jun's dagger-like words, he found himself utterly speechless.
Exchange pointers and progress together? Su Nan did not believe his own skills surpassed those of True Man Yuan Yi from the Vast Sea Sect, nor did he feel he was much stronger than Squad Commander Han Hu of the army.
