Ding Ling struck directly with a sword, snap, snap!
The back of the sword slapped against the young man's cheek, making him stagger and almost lose his balance, stepping back a few steps before crashing to the ground.
"Hong Renxiong?"
Ding Ling looked down at him and asked indifferently.
"How, how, how did you know it was me?!"
The young man was a bit confused, more so in disbelief:
"Is it possible that my reputation has really spread across the entire Jiuzhou Territory, so even a master like you knows of me?!"
"Heh heh."
Ding Ling chuckled ambiguously and said:
"Why did you come to kill me?"
His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze in the ear.
Yet it was like cold water poured over his head, causing Hong Renxiong's heart to plunge into an icy abyss. His feelings towards Ding Ling were a mix of hatred, fear, anger, jealousy, and envy... an extremely complex emotion.
He was so confused that he forgot to hide the expression on his face.
By the time he realized it.
