Zhou An quickly approached that tall building, confirming there was indeed someone standing on it, staring at him.
He frowned, drew a Flying Saber from his waist with a backhand, and threw it at the person, turning into a black line across the sky, but the person deflected it easily.
The Flying Saber fell from the air, landing powerlessly on the ground, making a crisp yet faint sound.
That person is strong!
Zhou An held his breath, shouting, "Are you from the Doomsday Cult? Did you kill all these people?"
"Did I kill them? Sort of."
A deep voice came from above.
Zhou An was stunned for a moment, stopped in his tracks, and felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.
The person standing on the roof leapt down, landed on the street, and walked towards him dragging a sword. The sword seemed light but left a long mark on the ground.
The arrival made Zhou An's eyes tremble. He knew this person, even very well.
