Zu An was amused. “Why do you like raising flags so much? Have you noticed just how many times you’ve said those words? Are you a parrot? Or are those words the only ones you know?”

“What’s ‘raising flags’?” Yuan Wendong was momentarily bewildered, but quickly snapped himself out of it. Clearly, he was getting too absorbed by Zu An’s words for no good reason. He roared angrily, “All you have is that sharp mouth of yours!”

Despite his vehement rebuttal, he dared not let his guard down. He immediately went on the offensive, executing the strongest sword art he knew.

“Frenzied Dance of the Roaming Dragon!”

Yuan Wendong’s body suddenly flashed forward, darting toward Zu An like a bolt of lightning. However, he wasn’t just charging in a straight line. His direction was constantly changing, moving to the left in one moment only to swerve to the right in the next. This made it hard for Zu An to predict his movements, and had the effect of cornering Zu An, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

The trajectory of his sword left behind afterimages, making it look like a dragon roaming the battlefield. With incredible ferocity, his sword rushed toward Zu An, threatening to tear him into pieces.

Chu Huanzhao gripped her older sister’s sleeves nervously as Chu Chuyan watched the scene...