Zhang Ziheng adjusted his clothes, shook his head, and stood in front of Long Fei, raising his thumb backward and said, "Are you worthy of asking my Sect Hierarch's name? Quickly call your Sect Leader out to greet our Head of the Sect. If delayed, your Shenxu Holy Land will cease to exist."
Long Fei clasped his hands behind his back, smiled faintly, and thought to himself that this boy indeed has great potential as a lackey.
A group of Shenxu disciples cursed loudly, "Looking for death!"
The female disciples attacked first, feeling indignant as Long Fei had looked them over.
Sword lights pierced through the void, surging towards Long Fei and Zhang Ziheng.
Zhang Ziheng shamelessly ducked behind Long Fei, who remained still, raised his hand, and caught one of the oncoming swords.
The leading longsword was caught between his fingers.
With a loud bang, the surrounding space was instantly confined.
