Hearing the laughter around him, he finally came to his senses, and while pulling up his pants, he charged towards Zu'an with his sword: "You brat, prepare to die!"

Anger from Han Fengqiu: +1024 +1024 +1024...

His composure completely crumbled. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked furious. Where was the air of a master he had deliberately cultivated before?

He didn't think his pants falling down had anything to do with Zu'an; he just felt the other guy's words were too venomous, and he wanted to tear the guy's mouth apart and feed his tongue to the dogs to vent his anger.

As for that toothless old man over there laughing so happily, he'll be shut up in a minute.

A peak ninth-rank expert is incredibly fast; his figure is like a bolt of lightning, and Murong Qinghe and Chu Youzhao couldn't react at all.

But Zu'an was prepared. He used the Sunflower Illusion technique to dodge to the side. What a joke! He had undergone Mi Li's hellish training before, and could even dodge her attacks a few times. What was a mere ordinary ninth-rank who had worked his way up through years of service?

"Huh?" The toothless coachman, whose old face had been beaming like a chrysanthemum, looked somewhat surprised, because he could see that Zu An's flash was perfectly timed and executed.

He had previously managed to dodge the attack of the Prince of Qi, which was nothing remarkable. But the peak of the ninth rank was a completely different concept. His aura could lock onto the target at any time, and ordinary evasion techniques were meaningless. Yet, he still managed to dodge it.

Was it a coincidence or...?

However, Han Fengqiu, enraged, did not notice this. He had only one thought in mind: to capture Zu An and then torture him to death.

Zuan was also somewhat troubled. At this moment, Han Fengqiu was probably unleashing 120% of his usual strength, and his speed far exceeded that of Zhao Zhi before. If it weren't for the fact that his Sunflower Illusion was best at maneuvering and dodging, he would probably have been caught up by him long ago. Even so, he was still in great danger.

He couldn't help but feel a little tempted; should he say again, "Your pants fell down again?"

However, he ultimately suppressed this tempting thought. Although Jianlai's ability to make his words come true was extraordinary, it was not without its price. The backlash from the previous incident, which caused his pants to fall down, should be manageable, but if he used it continuously, he might not be able to withstand the backlash when it erupted later.

Han Fengqiu was also getting anxious. He was a top-level ninth-rank expert, and he had been fighting with all his might for so long but still hadn't been able to defeat his opponent. This guy was as slippery as an eel.

It's a pity that I'm in the capital now, and the city's great formation restricts flight. Otherwise, with my ninth-rank flying ability, I could strike the ground from the sky, and no matter how fast the opponent is, it wouldn't be of any use.

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I really want to say, those of you who read books but don't vote with monthly tickets, your pants are falling down...

Unfortunately, I'm afraid of getting beaten up, so I'll pass, haha.