-- This is ch 134, please read ch 133 before this
Zhou Heng smiled, stepping closer. "You have great talent. My master, the Ninth Elder, is looking for promising disciples. I can introduce you. With his guidance, you would easily break through to Core Formation."
"Thank you, Senior Brother, but I already have a master," Wang Tian said.
"That is a pity," Zhou Heng said softly. He stepped closer, his hand hovering near Wang Tian's arm. "However, we are in the same sect. I hope you will come to Sword Peak to spar with me in the future."
The crowd cheered their sportsmanship, but in Su Ming's eyes, the dark threads on Zhou Heng's soul were pulsing violently.
Su Ming did not hesitate.
Space distorted, and he appeared instantly between the two. Before Zhou Heng could react, Su Ming's hand clamped around his neck, pinning him to the stone stage. The platform cracked under the sudden pressure.
Zhou Heng choked, his silver sword slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.
