"Third Prince!"
"Zheng Hong?"
The newcomer wore fine robes, a long saber hanging at his waist. With his hands clasped behind his back, he strode forward like a traveler who had just chanced upon this mountain path.
It was none other than the Third Prince, Zheng Hong!
Dugu Wuwang's brow furrowed slightly.
"You came alone?"
"Rest assured." Zheng Hong glanced back, his voice calm.
"No one else should be coming for a while."
"Watch out!"
SWISH!
A low whistle tore through the air. Without a word, Dugu Wuwang had flicked a finger in a sneak attack. Although Ye Liuyun had shouted a warning, he was clearly too late.
FLASH!
A cold glint of light flashed and vanished.
Zheng Hong now held his saber, and the incoming pebble was sliced in two.
"What an excellent Saber Technique!" Ye Liuyun's eyes lit up. At the same time, he shot a contemptuous look at Dugu Wuwang.
"Despicable!"
