Wan Zhen was extremely angry.
"You coward who only dares to dodge and evade like a rat, if you have the guts, take my palm strike!"
Zhao Ya certainly wouldn't fall for that. Instead, he fought with even more slipperiness, making Wan Zhen so angry that his face turned green.
He really couldn't understand, he was staying nicely at the camp, how could such a young master he had never seen before suddenly appear?
Could it be the descendant of an enemy he made back in his Jianghu days?
Just as he was racking his brains, Zhao Ya suddenly launched an attack from behind.
A pebble tore through the night sky, striking towards Wan Zhen at an almost unbelievable speed.
Wan Zhen heard the malevolent wind behind him, and he dodged in a flash.
Upon seeing it was just an unremarkable pebble attacking him, Wan Zhen was so angry that he laughed.
"You think you can defeat me with that, you are too naive."
