A single, quiet question.
Yet it stirred a thousand waves!
Everyone who witnessed the scene took several steps back in unison, staring at the Martial Artist... as if he were a venomous snake!
Zhao Jiu's lips twitched. 'Thank goodness I tried to stop him,' he thought in relief. 'Otherwise, that madman might not have let me off...'
He forced a smile.
"Of... of course not. A duel between Martial Artists, a battle to the death, with so many witnesses... It can be considered an open and honorable affair."
"If Mr. Duan is willing... once the Divine Fist Sect's golden sign is taken down, you can take its place at any time. Open your own hall and take on disciples!"
Duan Chenzhou flicked his sleeve, the empty half of his robe fluttering.
"That won't be necessary."
"My sword is not so easily passed on."
CLANG.
Sheathing his sword at an angle, Duan Chenzhou walked away with calm composure, striding down the long street.
And in the instant he turned around...
CRACK!
