"Good!"
Watching Zhang Wei flying backward, Li Fengyi couldn't help but shout.
"Serves you right for pretending to be a master around here!"
"That felt so good!"
Peng Mingjie and Shen Wei also couldn't help but shout, looking pleased.
"Brother Zhang, are you alright?"
"Shameless, comprehending sword intent and pretending to be a newcomer to harm Brother Zhang!"
The few people with Zhang Wei were shocked and hurriedly ran over to help Zhang Wei up, having already forgotten their earlier suggestion to have Zhang Wei teach Wei Fan a lesson.
Zhang Wei's clothes on his chest were cut open, revealing a ten-inch-long wound, with blood staining the clothes red.
"I must have been blind to think someone who comprehended sword intent would pretend to be a Red-clothed Demon Suppression Guard. Do you dare to leave your name?"
